01x01 - Volver

[bunniefuu]

[tense music playing]

[man] Now that we've come

to this point in the interview,

and after all you've told me about them,

how do you think people will react to…

what you're doing to your children?

Does it matter?

'Cause whenever they see this,

I'll… I'll already be dead.

This interview we're conducting

is an opportunity to explain oneself,

a chance to give an account for posterity.

This'll be your legacy.

And it's not unreasonable

to expect that the people

that we talk about in this

have their own worries concerning

how they are seen when they're gone.

Well, I… I suppose that one could make

an argument here that I'm a bad father.

Or even a horrible person, in fact.

Others could say… my kids deserved it.

It's not that I want revenge

or to teach them a lesson.

Ultimately,

it's something I'm being forced into.

I cannot sit here and allow

what they're doing to the paper

that I have devoted my life to building.

My newspaper.

[suspenseful theme music playing]

[tires screech]

ROTTEN LEGACY

[tense music playing]

[man 1] Okay, let Berta look at it,

see if we've missed anything,

and then publish it.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Yeah?

[man 2] The tax authorities

are going to audit you.

They found out that you're embezzling

funds from the conservatory project.

How'd they find out?

[man 2] A tip-off.

I can't say any more than that.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-All right.

-[man] Excuse me.

-Yes.

-[man] Do you know where my sister is?

-She's with her stylist.

-Oh, thank you.

[man 3] To me, it looks like

an old lady's reading a Vogue article

and wants to look trendy.

Know what I mean?

I don't know how they got wind of it,

but if it all comes out,

we're going straight to jail.

What? Wait.

Uh… Mm… Uh…

I've done absolutely nothing.

No. Seriously.

-I haven't taken a penny, Andrés!

-Do you really think that matters now?

You're the chairperson

of the Seligman board, Yolanda.

-You think that job comes for free?

-No, but I never wanted to be the chair.

Nor did I wanna build the conservatory.

I never wanted any of it.

Yeah? I didn't wanna take over the paper,

but it's what dad left us with.

It is what it is.

No. No, no. I… I cannot go to jail.

I can't make it in there.

[huffs] What do we do? Do something!

[doorbell rings]

[kids chattering]

[kids laugh]

-[girl] That's not fair. [giggles]

-[woman] Guadalupe!

-It's your brother and sister.

-[Yolanda] Hey.

-[girl 1] You can see her panties.

-[man 2] Girls!

-[girl 2] What?

-Go to your room?

[girl 2] Okay.

Guadalupe, the conservatory

is about to get audited

by the tax authorities.

You've gotta stop--

I don't mind if you speak

to the Secretary of State

or even the f*cking minister,

but please stop what you're doing.

Okay. "Hi, Guadalupe. How are you?"

"Good. How are the girls doing?"

None of that, I guess.

Lupe, sorry, no one likes

having to come over here and ask you this.

-But what else can we do? Please.

-[phone buzzes]

I know I told you both

over and over not to do this,

and now it's up to me to save your asses?

Well, no.

I didn't get into politics

to do this stuff.

-And I'm not willing to go beg for favors.

-[Andrés] Tell your husband.

-He is benefitting from all of this.

-I think you're in my house now.

Right? So please refrain

from insulting me or Manuel.

-Fine.

-[Yolanda] Sorry. No.

She's right, Andrés.

We're sorry. Forgive us?

-[phone rings]

-Turn your phone off.

Yeah, I will, sorry.

Um, look, I do feel really horrible

to put you in this terrible situation.

Especially knowing

the trouble you've been through

to avoid your party seeing you

as the typical spoiled rich girl

who now wants to be an… an activist.

[Andrés] The last thing that you need

right now is a family scandal like this.

-[phone ringing]

-Hey guys.

DAD

[tense music playing]

[Yolanda] Isabel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, yeah, tell me.

So how's dad doing?

He's what?

What?

He's better.

He's… he's fully recovered.

They're coming back from Houston.

[jet engines whooshing]

[woman over PA]

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain

Emily Carter speaking.

-I'd like to welcome you aboard…

-It's super annoying.

-You got nothing to say?

-[captain] …nonstop service to Madrid.

Honey, after everything

we've been through, what's the difference?

I'd have to be

utterly and completely out of my mind

to be putting my 18-year-old daughter,

I repeat, 18 years old,

up here in business class.

Well, it's not as if I'm like,

"I fly business class

because economy class people suck."

For two years,

I was stuck in the hospital with you,

and now, my parents are

in business class without me

'cause it's not educational.

It's frustrating.

Why don't you complain

to whoever's squeezed in

next to you in coach,

'cause it's such a sad story?

I'm sure they'll feel very sorry for you.

[pensive music playing]

[daughter sighs]

[both chuckle]

[man] I get the feeling they don't care

about architecture at all. Not one bit.

They only care about money. You know?

-Mm.

-It's sucks.

I show them the plans and everything, but…

but all they wanna talk about is

all the money and influence they've got.

[sighs] I get pretty tired of it all.

-Those Americans, they're the worst.

-I know, right?

I feel like they're

just constantly examining you.

Yeah, pretty much. Yeah.

It's horrible.

Hi, Dad.

I just wanted to come back here

to tell you how comfortable my seat is.

It's practically a bed.

And the food! [exhales]

-[daughter] Mm.

-How about you?

Well, I'm fine.

-This is Luis.

-Hi. How are you?

We just had sex in the bathroom.

-[chuckles nervously]

-[laughs softly]

Right, honey. Right. Well done.

I'm just gonna snort

a few lines with the pilot.

-So we get there quicker.

-[both chuckle]

-[pensive music playing]

-[sighs]

Sorry, don't know why I said that.

-[chuckles softly]

-Or do I?

[seat belt releases]

[seat belt releases]

Sh.

I don't know why you insist on raising her

just like your other children.

I feel like they didn't turn out too bad.

[scoffs]

Yeah, professionally,

they're all doing all right.

But now, emotionally,

none of you are doing so great.

[chuckles]

Well, at least Lara won't have to compete

with the newspaper for your attention.

Well…

You promised me.

Yeah, after I had a session of chemo

and all that vomiting,

I was willing to pray for anything.

[sighs]

All right, fine then.

The newspaper's over.

But what do you want me

to do now, you know?

Do you want me to be

like one of these morons

who just talks about all his fancy watches

and expensive wines?

No. [laughs]

There's a bunch of other things.

How about your Legacy interview?

I've already promised you'd do it.

[sighs] Yeah, you promised,

but I gotta actually do the interview.

Yeah. You should talk about everything

you told me back there in the hospital.

Even if it's

for the Fraga anecdotes alone. [laughs]

[both chuckle]

Spain deserves to hear that.

Oh my goodness.

So what do you wanna do then?

Start another civil w*r?

Oh, honey, you won't be affected.

They'll watch it after you die.

Such a lovely image for me to think about.

My own death. Wow, what a fun subject.

I'd prefer to focus on other things.

[gentle music playing]

[gentle music builds]

[car doors closing]

[sighs]

You look really good. You look fit.

Who'd you leave back there

to close tomorrow's edition?

I'll do you a favor

and refrain from answering.

[dad chuckles]

It's so great that… that you're well now.

Completely recovered.

Well, no.

No, sweetheart.

You don't recover from pancreatic cancer.

I am dying.

I just didn't wanna

end up dying in a hospital.

Stop that. It's not funny.

Imagine him in the hospital

waiting on test results.

Then how about this idea?

We all shed some tears

and see how much better

it makes everyone feel, okay?

I will. That'd be good for me.

It really would. [inhales shakily]

-Ah…

-[dad] Mm… Hi.

[grunts, chuckles]

[laughs]

Wow, I can't believe it.

My grandchildren have grown so much.

-[Yolanda] You've grown, haven't you?

-I've been the same height since I was 15.

I've just grown t*ts.

-Yep. That's it.

-[man] Federico.

There's my father-in-law. [chuckles]

[Guadalupe] She's well.

Hey, you never said anything

about… the film. I sent you a link.

In case you didn't make it

till the theatrical release.

Whoa. Whoa. So actually,

no one ever saw it in theaters.

It's slowly finding its way.

-It's still alive.

-Alive. Right.

It's not even on any platform now.

[chuckles]

-[Federico] Gosh, I'm sorry.

-No, but, uh…

You're looking better

since you've been f*cking other people.

Uh, all right, listen up! [clears throat]

We got you a gift.

-[Guadalupe] Mm.

-Another fancy pen?

[girl giggles]

Oh, I can't believe it. A nice key ring.

A key ring that comes with a car.

[chuckles] No, it's not a car.

It's a Morgan.

-This was your idea, I suppose.

-[girl] You're it!

You can't imagine

how hard it was to convince them.

Oh my goodness.

They all kept going on about

how over the top getting the car was.

Do you remember how many times you went

to see it in the showroom in London?

Mm-hmm.

Do you remember… that I never bought it?

-[chuckles] Well, then…

-It's…

You know, honey, it wouldn't k*ll you

to loosen up a little. Hmm?

Yeah, you're right. I love it.

You can all use it whenever you want.

Guadalupe, if you ever need it

to get to a meeting with Congress.

But of course. I can just see

everybody in your party loving it.

Yeah, yeah. I show up in that thing,

burning rubber, knocking back champagne,

and then I come out screaming,

"Screw the poor!"

[all laugh]

-[Yolanda] Huh?

-Federico, they love you.

What?

We just all love you.

That's great.

[kids chattering, playing]

-[Federico] Great.

-See?

Thank you.

-See?

-It's beautiful.

[tender music playing]

[music becomes rhythmic]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, hey.

[lyrics in Spanish]

[Federico] Hey, how are you doing?

Monica, Jennifer, it's great to see you.

Thank you all for coming.

[Yolanda] He looks good, doesn't he?

And best of all,

he doesn't seem to suspect anything.

Yeah, the drama classes you took as a kid

are really starting

to pay off, aren't they?

We haven't reached

politician levels of lying,

but we're getting pretty close.

Did you hear anything?

Seems like the audit was ordered

by someone with a lot of power.

The minister.

That minister? That's great.

I mean, he's in your party.

Go talk to the guy.

He's not a party member, Yolanda.

He's a communist.

-He might have aligned with us, but…

-Mm?

Seems like dad's

getting along with him. Look.

Go on, talk to him.

He's one of yours, you know?

Guada.

Go.

Getting the rich to pay more taxes

is almost impossible.

I'll pay whatever it is you want me to.

I'll pay without even griping.

Yeah, sure,

you're the one calling every week

asking to pay more taxes,

aren't you, Seligman?

-[laughs]

-[Guadalupe] Hi.

Uh…

Can I steal him a minute?

-Do you only think about work?

-[chuckles]

Come on, let's save Spain.

-All right, then.

-Talk soon. Tell me.

Yeah, uh, I just wanna have a little chat

about some things…

[lyrics in Spanish continue]

[man] Hi, Federico.

How are you? It's great to see you.

We wanted to tell you a bit

about the project we're working on.

So, my siblings, they asked me

to come try to convince you

to stop the tax audit on the conservatory.

Oh, so what happened?

You regret having tipped us off?

No. No, no. [chuckles]

No, I'm not the one

who's done anything sketchy.

-[woman speaking Spanish]

-Yeah, yeah.

[woman 2] I'm glad you agree

so we can move on.

That's true.

Your father will be horrified

when he hears about all this.

Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing

to see that the real cancer

is his children.

-[live acoustic guitar playing]

-[musician] Good afternoon.

May I have a moment

to ask for your attention

to say thank you for letting me

be part of this celebration today?

And, um, to tell you, dear Federico,

that we're so happy

you're back with us here today.

From the bottom of my heart.

[playing gentle music]

[in Spanish] The Wayúu Indian poet ♪

Vito Apushana was dreaming ♪

Look after your land, sister ♪

And don't forget where you're from ♪

We are noble herdsmen ♪

Herders of blossoms and gifts ♪

We are the men who live ♪

In the world of trails ♪

And we also go out to graze ♪

And come back to the fold ♪

And we are also suckled ♪

Some care and others k*ll ♪

And we are slumber's milk… ♪

So did you find anything out?

I really don't like spying

on the children.

It's not like they're teenagers anymore.

-Tell me.

-It's about the conservatory.

The finance minister

is going to have an audit done.

[pensive music playing]

I'm sure a whole lot has gone on

while I was away.

And I am aware that in the past,

we didn't have a lot of trust between us

for whatever reason.

Whatever reason.

Yeah, whatever reason.

I know I'm mostly to blame here,

but perhaps we can still change.

I'm interested in having some dialogue

and earn a little trust back.

What? You got nothing?

Something must have happened in two years.

-[Yolanda] Sure, yeah.

-[Andrés] Yeah.

Things have happened,

of course, uh… during this time.

For example, uh, so, Ricardo and I,

so we have an open relationship now.

It had gotten a little bit… dull

and… monotonous. [chuckles]

You know how it is. Right? [laughs]

That wasn't exactly what happened

with me and your mother, no.

Well, I would actually really prefer

not to continue this conversation.

All right, relax. It's fine.

I thought we were being

open with each other.

[Yolanda] Well, in my case,

it was out of curiosity.

It's uh… uh, people do it.

It's common. Do you?

It's getting popular

with celebrities now too. [laughs]

So anyway, I'm not really doing it

very well, honestly,

'cause most of the time,

I usually go and get a nice room

for myself at the Four Seasons,

and I'm just kinda there.

[chuckles] So what do you do on your own?

You know, just relax.

I mean, get a massage, hang out.

I watch TV.

I'm there to pamper myself, and I love it.

And Ricardo gets excited

imagining his wife out,

uh, f*cking all these strangers.

[laughs nervously]

Sounds weird, doesn't it?

Honestly, it's hard not to judge you,

but I'm doing my best.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It is… it's kinda weird, I know that.

I wanna hear you. I came here to listen.

And support you.

-Thanks for the decoy with Dad.

-You're welcome.

Yolanda, at first,

when you started talking,

I thought you'd give us away.

Yeah, that's why I had to make up

that stuff that sounded awful.

Wait. Are you f*cking other people or not?

No, sweetie, I really do book a room

to be alone and watch TV shows.

I can't really imagine you with strangers,

to be honest.

I mean, maybe you fool around

with someone from work.

Someone like your architect.

The way we're going, you'll only

be seeing him on visiting days.

Look. All right, um, I really don't

wanna be tangled up in all of this.

All right?

But I have a recording

that could help you out with the minister.

Just listen.

[man] She's such a miserable b*tch…

-[music swells]

-[recording continues indistinctly]

[Federico] They could've

come up with a better name.

I hope my legacy will be

what I did with my life,

not some stupid ramblings

I go into just to fill the time.

Trust me. I think you'll feel

very comfortable with the interviewer.

[Federico sighs] Enrique.

What are you doing here?

It's extremely difficult

to say no to your wife,

and I've told her 20 times

that I'm absolutely not a journalist.

[Isabel] You're more than that.

You're his friend.

I didn't want it to be

like it was in Houston.

-If I'd left it to you two…

-I'm sorry.

The chemo was just awful,

and I didn't want to…

to see anybody, really.

I know. You were dying.

I'm not anymore.

[Enrique] Forty years

at the helm of Progresa,

one of the largest

Spanish-language publishing companies.

[intriguing music playing]

You've done news,

magazines, and reference books.

What remains of that journalist

who started El Báltico

with a bunch of friends in 1984?

You'd be surprised.

More than you may think.

It's about the critical edge,

and the desire to tell the truth

no matter what.

And not how the powerful elites

would want us to present it.

But… you've had several controversies.

Oh yeah. For years, we faced accusations,

uh… of acting

in service of the government.

But to be honest, there were

very few media outlets in this country

who truly have an outlook

as progressive as ours.

I was actually thinking in particular

about the death of one journalist,

Bruno Escudero.

[music fades]

Uh… uh…

Could you please give us a moment

if you don't mind?

And turn off the cameras?

-Uh, Isabel, please, uh…

-[woman] We can cut that.

Would you go with them?

I'll… I'll let you know.

-[Isabel] Okay.

-[door opens]

-Are all the cameras off, hmm?

-[man] Yes.

[door closes]

Tell me what the hell

your point is exactly, Enrique.

How am I gonna avoid asking about it?

They're still out there protesting.

-Is that right?

-Every month.

How can I not ask you?

I don't understand

why you would refuse to talk about it.

Why don't you want us to even mention it?

Because a reporter of mine died.

That's why.

Yes, precisely.

What do you expect?

That after all these years of the family

constantly demanding justice

and all the official investigations,

that I'll just suddenly solve it?

You want the truth? Here.

[tense music playing]

No. We're not in one

of your novels, Enrique.

That's not the way the world works.

I'm not here to be insulted by your lying

'cause I'm not gonna buy it.

[Federico breathing deeply]

And if I know the truth? What?

At the very moment that story came out,

it'd completely destroy

El Báltico's credibility.

Progresa would be close on its heels.

The government as well.

Everything that I have built

over these 40 years,

it'd go to sh*t in a heartbeat.

Then I cannot conduct this interview.

[music intensifies]

The last thing I wanted was

for this interview to end up like this.

This is not at all your fault.

[suspenseful music playing]

[man on megaphone]

It's not on the news anymore!

It's not mentioned in political debates!

But we don't forget!

We've never forgotten you, Bruno!

There has never been

a public, independent investigation.

-And we cannot allow that!

-[man 2] That's right.

[man on megaphone] We'll keep on fighting

until justice is served!

-[man 2] Yes!

-[man on megaphone] Justice for Bruno!

[all] Justice for Bruno!

Justice for Bruno!

-Justice for Bruno!

-Hey, just stop.

-Take it easy, okay?

-You take it easy.

[crowd] Justice for Bruno!

-Got it?

-[crowd] Justice for Bruno!

Justice for Bruno!

[suspenseful music continues]

[man] You don't invite me to your party,

but you come and ask me about your kids.

You haven't changed a bit, Federico.

Wouldn't it have been easier to ask them?

Yeah, but I'm asking you, Chairman.

-The one working for them here.

-Mm.

You know this is gonna cost you.

Look, Secundino.

I've been gone for two years.

I guess you've forgotten

who's standing in front of you.

The same to you, sir.

I remember it all, you know?

Including the compensation

that you eagerly received

after the whole gas platform incident.

-You?

-[distant siren wailing]

This is not really rocket science.

Yolanda asks me to charge ten.

I do it for six.

Of the four left over, one goes to me.

I transfer the other three to a company

belonging to one of your children. Simple.

[Federico sighs]

What you're really gonna like about it…

is what the money is actually

gonna get used for.

[music intensifies]

[men chattering]

[man] What do you think this guy does?

Anybody know this guy?

Hey, what do you want?

[engine stops]

[music abates]

Sweet ride, right?

-[keys jangle]

-[man] What the--

This is all yours now.

You can do whatever you want with it.

-[man 2] For real?

-[man 3] Are you serious?

-[man 4] Hey, let me drive first!

-[man 5] Is he leaving?

-[man 3] He's crazy.

-[man 2] Let's do it! Let's go!

-Hey, come on boys!

-[men chattering]

-[man 1] Let's go!

-[man 2] Go, go, go. [laughs]

[man 1] Let's go!

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[music fades]

What the hell d'you do?

You wanna ruin the paper? Is that it?

All right. I'll give you guys a minute.

Well, thank you for… making

our deputy editor feel super awkward.

If you want,

do it again in front of everybody.

You respond with stupid remarks?

I don't know how to respond

because I'm still confused.

I know that you're funneling money

from the conservatory project.

What have you been spending it on?

[sighs]

On saving this paper.

Yeah, right. That's your justification?

Stealing money for good?

I led this newspaper for 30 years,

and I never once did

anything remotely like this.

Not once.

I never took one penny illegally.

-Wait.

-But you, in two years--

You don't know the situation.

You have no idea!

The switch to digital is a total fiasco.

The ad revenues we bring in

might as well be nothing.

And subscriptions?

They're not enough. They don't cut it.

So then, yeah, I inflated… the numbers.

I took money from four millionaires

with guilty consciences

that put it into the conservatory

and then fabricated 20,000 subscribers

so that our shareholders continue thinking

that we are still

the top newspaper in Spain.

Are… are you completely insane?

Well, maybe, yeah.

But thanks to those figures,

the investment fund came in.

It came all the way down

to the last minute.

It was either El Globo or us.

But we had more subscribers.

It's cheating. This is fraud.

No, Dad, this is us hanging on.

We survive a couple…

a couple more years until the…

until the market stabilizes,

and Internet advertising gets profitable.

But if there's no newspaper,

you can't report news.

[Federico] No.

We gotta put a stop to this.

The fake accounts need to be deleted,

the money to be returned.

We build it again from the bottom up,

with three reporters

and four shareholders if necessary.

But we're absolutely putting an end

to this entire charade!

[Andrés] I wish it were that easy.

But, Dad, if these investment guys

end up selling everything,

we'll go under by tomorrow.

Bet on it.

That's why keeping up this charade

is all we've got left.

But… but don't worry, okay?

No… no one's gonna find out.

I've made sure.

What did you do?

[man] Sorry, I haven't had time to eat.

[Yolanda] Oh, please. It's getting cold.

Uh, we just wanted to point out

that there really is absolutely

nothing nefarious at all going on

with the conservatory project,

but of course, if you audit us now,

then, um, some sponsors may

end up pulling out.

You know it's poison.

They mistreat the animals.

They exploit the workers.

The worst of capitalism,

but it sure tastes good.

Oh, you want a fry?

About the conservatory.

We're gonna

have to go ahead with that, of course.

There's plenty of grounds

for an inspection. Mm.

Is that all there was?

[Andrés] We received this recording,

and we wanted

to play you a little bit here,

to see what to do with it.

-[phone dings]

-[man] She's such a miserable b*tch.

[laughs] Someone needs

to just f*ck her brains out

and wipe that sour look off her face.

We picked a section

that was extra colorful,

but there's 20 minutes of it,

and you really let loose there.

You can't publish this.

It's a private conversation.

Mm. That's fine, sue us.

But by the time it got all the way

through the court system, even if we lose,

I think your career'd be long over.

[Yolanda] Everything you've done

would've been for nothing.

You'd get canceled.

You can't talk about women

that way anymore.

That conversation happened ten years ago.

[Andrés] And how old are the allegations

against Woody Allen?

Look, Mr. Minister,

if you think you're strong enough

to defend yourself the rest of your life

because no one's ever going to ask you

about anything else, go ahead.

Tell us to leave.

[tense music playing]

What do you want?

Well…

[parking brake clicks]

[engine stops]

[jaunty music playing on radio]

-Are we at that point already?

-Not at all.

I just…

I was on my way to work anyway

at the conservatory.

But I'm not gonna come back

and pick you up later. So there.

Yeah, that's better.

'Cause I'm sure that'll all be nice,

and we'll have a few beers.

Next thing you know,

we're partying till morning at some rave.

Sure.

That's another thing we do here.

We know how to rave.

Like, in America,

they've got raves, but they're boring.

But here, I mean…

it's kinda like everybody tries too hard.

-What do you think?

-So do you want me to come get you?

-[jaunty music continues]

-[laughs softly]

[tense music playing]

[man] Hello and a very good

afternoon to everyone.

-How are you? I'm Manuel Cuiña.

-[door closes]

And I will be your professor

of this course,

Structure and Ecology

of Audiovisual Media.

Okay?

Well, first of all,

I'm sure you're all wondering

"What on earth is Structure and Ecology

of Audiovisual Media?"

But don't worry.

[tools grinding]

-[Luis] Okay.

-[Yolanda] Hi there.

-Okay, now, let's see…

-[Yolanda] Luis!

-[Luis] A little complicated…

-[Yolanda chuckles]

-Oh, you're up here.

-Hello.

-Yolanda, hi.

-How are you?

[Luis clears throat]

Hey, I'm happy you came up

because, um… the front of the building

needs some changes.

Sure, fine. Whatever, Luis. Huh… Mm.

I extorted a minister this morning.

[giggles]

No, I do feel awful about it,

to be honest.

-Okay.

-And a little bit dirty.

But it also gave me a pretty big rush.

It was really empowering.

Like, it's better

if you just go for it, right? [chuckles]

And here I am now, going for it.

You're like, "Go for what?"

Right? [laughs]

Uh… let me explain.

My husband and I have

an open relationship. Know what I mean?

-Mm-hmm.

-We've got a deal.

Uh, just once a week,

but… but the thing is,

I'm not really making the most

out of the deal, to be honest.

-Hmm.

-That sounds a little pathetic.

Because, mm, well, it's pathetic. [laughs]

Well, anyway, I'm here

because I feel very, um… turned on by you.

Um… I like the way you are.

So I thought,

"Well, Yolanda, just tell him."

I got nothing to lose. Am I right?

Just dignity. Yeah?

For example, right now… It's uh…

I didn't want it to be like this.

I wanted a little bit more… savage,

you know, uh, sexy,

and wearing something else.

Doesn't help that it's windy

and I got this stupid helmet on my head.

Anyway…

I'm… I'm gonna, uh… I'm gonna go.

[tools grinding in background]

No, Luis. Um, it's just that…

Forget it. [chuckles nervously]

Okay. Oh. All right. Mm!

[gasps] Okay.

[laughs]

[tense music playing]

SELIGMAN FOUNDATION

CONSERVATORY PROJECT SITE

[tense music builds]

Wow! Got your own bathroom too.

Yeah. It's very convenient.

-Mm.

-[man] The shower pressure is amazing.

I'm gonna miss that the most.

You're really gonna let

my son kick you out?

My first day here, when I saw

how the porter was looking at me,

I just knew

they wouldn't let me stay long.

Spain's like that.

We don't like paying taxes. Huh?

Neither your kids

nor your next-door neighbor's kids.

So would you have backed down as well

from the neighbor's kids like this?

How about you f*ck off, Federico?

You just waited your whole life

for an opportunity to be here, that's all.

You're who they voted for.

They put you here for a reason.

Grow some ba*ls and fight for it.

I don't wanna have to educate your kids.

I was stupid enough to get involved

in their little squabbles.

Squabbles? What do you mean?

What squabbles are those?

-Wake up, Federico.

-[thunder rumbles]

It was Guadalupe who came forward

on the conservatory.

Not because she has

any kind of special conscience.

It was to save her husband.

Manuel?

He was tricked by some partners

to bring in cash from Venezuela.

Step away for two years,

and… and everything gets f*cked.

Yeah, well, you're one to talk.

Your kids are like this

because you're like this.

-I have never broken the law.

-You're right.

Because the laws were

always made to fit you.

And now that Guadalupe's got me

out of the way, she'll make 'em.

You'll see, Federico.

[thunder rumbling]

[phone buzzing]

It's my dad.

I'm answering.

[phone continues buzzing]

[girl] Don't you want some tortilla?

Yes?

Five minutes ago, I was told off

by a minister, all 'cause of you.

Maybe go back

and tell him off for being a sexist.

Come on. What is this?

Is the plan to shove him aside

and take his position?

Is that the new politics?

Oh my God. You think

I'm thrilled about doing any of this?

Because no, Dad. I'm not.

It's k*lling me. I'm not sleeping at all,

and I'm having anxiety attacks.

I don't know how to handle this,

but what could I do?

They wanted to prosecute Manuel.

You weren't here.

Maybe he f*cking deserved it.

What? Is he above the law

'cause he's married to you?

[girl] Daddy, what does prosecute mean?

[Manuel] Nothing, honey.

It's, uh, it's something that looks nice.

Of course I'm pissed at Manuel

for evading taxes,

and, yes, I could've k*lled him

when I found out,

but Manuel is the father of my daughters,

and I love him.

Can you understand

that you can love someone so much

that you forgive their faults,

you overlook their flaws,

and you would do anything

to protect them, no matter what?

-[Manuel] Give it. Come on.

-Hello?

[Manuel] Here. Throw this away.

Come on. Let's eat. You got it?

-Can you hear me?

-[Manuel] There you go.

-To the house?

-[Federico] No.

[pensive music playing]

-[Manuel] Put this in the trash.

-[silverware clattering]

[girl] Set the table. Come on, Ruth.

[Manuel] Okay, this is for you.

[pensive music continues]

How'd it go? How was your first day?

[engine starts]

[seat belt clicks]

Well…

You know, I'm very proud of you.

I really am.

College will do you some good.

And… you'll find out there's more

to this world than the Seligmans.

[parking brake clicks]

You smell like alcohol.

[suspenseful music playing]

[beeping]

SOCIAL REHABILITATION CENTER

[phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

[beeping]

[phone continues ringing]

[suspenseful music continues]

Federico?

Enrique, do you still want

to interview me?

I'm willing to be open on everything.

Even if heads have to roll.

Even my own children's.

Especially my children's.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

IN MEMORY OF LYN FAINCHTEIN

[suspenseful music continues]

[music fades]