A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
They're getting ready to bring out the big guns.
All the media outlets that depend on Industrial.
They'll sling mud at us.
What's our defense?
We deny it all. They can't prove anything.
Conjectures, half-truths, gossip,
and poorly written headlines.
Are you lying to me?
I can't see an ounce of your famous outrage.
You're so calm, Luis. It's making me nervous.
They're kicking you in the nuts. Doesn't it hurt?
-For fuck's sake. -It's not that simple.
Sorry, but you're new here.
I've spent years, defending this fort without the cavalry, amid the--
All right. Enough with the histrionics. What are you saying?
The paper, the press, we're always walking the line. You know?
Pressure from both sides. Defend yourself or--
Luis, stop talking about pressure, the press.
Tell me what truth there is to the rumors.
-Let's get a drink. I'll tell you-- -No, absolutely not.
We made a pact in 2011…
with the government. Plenty of papers did it before us and have done it since.
A non-aggression pact.
Then, the non-aggression became… mutual collaboration.
The old man knew?
Of course he did, dammit!
He'd always say, "Work it out!" And we worked it out. What could we do?
Is the Alfaad story… at all related?
Yes, the government provided him with the info
because he had a change of heart.
So I sent Mónica there, knowing she would find out.
But it's the truth.
What Alfaad said is the truth.
A truth…
that was managed.
That pact…
You only did it for the paper, right?
Was money involved?
-Don't you know me? -Not as well as I thought.
Is there any evidence, documents?
Yes, I have them. Don't worry.
I want them here, now.
Why? I said I have them.
-What would I do with them? -Bring them. I'll keep them.
We survive, Víctor. We adapt.
That's all.
Get back to work.
NEGOTIATION BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND THE SPANISH REVOLT
MINOR DIES AFTER FALLING FROM ROOFTOP
The body fell on a vehicle that was parked in front of the building.
…the funeral service will be at 5:00 p.m. in the cemetery…
"But the just man…
though he die early,
shall be at rest.
For the age that is honorable comes not with the passing of time,
nor can it be measured in terms of years.
Rather, understanding is the thorny crown for men,
and an unsullied life is the attainment of old age.
He who pleased God…
was loved.
But the people saw and did not understand,
nor did they realize that grace and mercy are with God’s holy ones,
and His care is with the elect."
FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE ON THE GENEALOGY OF MORALITY
ETHICS FOR THE 21ST CENTURY VIOLETA SALAMA
"ONLY THE TRUTH WILL SAVE LIVES"
I don't know them.
Who are they?
They were all at the protest.
We're still investigating all of them.
Nobody?
No.
Thank you.
I asked for approval for a payment,
so we could catch them taking the money.
Obviously, we would have asked your permission.
It doesn't matter.
It didn't get approved.
I'm not sure why I'm telling you this.
Anyway…
We'll carry on with the investigation as we've been doing.
You sound desperate, Mr. Conte.
You've got nothing, right?
You're as lost as you were at the start.
Well, it's always the same:
many open lines of investigation, no apparent results,
until we nail it.
"Always"?
Thanks for your time.
I'll offer the five million!
As I said, there are no guarantees.
You could lose it all.
If I give the order tomorrow morning, it'll be ready in two days.
One day before the deadline.
I'll form a team from Cyber Crimes. They're the best in their field.
I'll place the ad once I get confirmation.
Thank you.
Good night.
In cash. In your private account.
For tomorrow.
Like that, in plain sight. A five followed by six zeros.
No insurance coverage for the operation.
Let's sell the Numantina shares.
Some of the Provetesa shares and…
your least favorite, recent stocks. What do you think?
Well… the newspaper has risen in value.
I think it's a good time to sell.
No.
Then I'm afraid we'll have to ditch part of the platform.
Or we won't make it, Víctor.
Okay. Work on that. Get back to me in the afternoon.
Are you in trouble? Should I worry?
No, believe me.
I'm helping some people, and the police will monitor it all.
Enough questions.
Five million, Víctor. It's a tall order.
You'll lose a few spots in the wealth ranking.
Congratulations on your generosity.
The police will call to make arrangements.
And you're a police officer…
You graduated from the academy in Ávila?
Plus, you're a mathematician and the top hacker from Cyber Crimes?
Didn't you get my file?
Álex.
I'm… completely useless
when it comes to this stuff, okay?
Technology is beyond my grasp.
Please, explain it to me as if you were talking to a toddler.
A toddler?
What happens tomorrow?
When the bad guys send the account number, we'll locate it, fast and easy.
But they're expecting that.
They will most likely set up a series of quick transfers,
and we won't be able to find the new accounts.
The trail always goes cold there.
But that won't happen.
That's saying a lot.
My software is faster than older ones.
It makes random attempts across the web,
-with a very high frequency of-- -How much faster?
A bit faster.
And, right now, it's the best on the market?
Nobody's heard of anything better.
Genovés.
-The money will be ready tomorrow. -Víctor.
We'll be ready.
I'm placing the ad right now.
All right, but use your personal email.
Make sure you can cancel any meetings you may have between today and tomorrow.
They'll soon be in touch.
Understood.
All right. Thank you.
We'll talk when they reply.
HOPES PINNED ON NEGOTIATION
LATEST ADS POSTED
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CLASSIFIED SECTION WRITE YOUR AD
V.G.N. AGREES TO PAY AN INSTALLMENT
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We're cutting it close. As soon as I park, we have to run.
That way, we'll warm up.
Okay.
I think we have something.
Considering the timestamp and geolocation,
we think this is when the protester died.
He's very close.
Play the other video.
It's from an office building close to the restaurant.
Minutes before the boy fell.
Show me the protester again, please.
How long until we find this guy?
Neither image is very clear,
and he has no distinctive features.
It could take hours, and we may never identify him.
Involve anyone who is not monitoring the transfer. Now.
"Dear Mr. Genovés,
We were thrilled to receive your message of agreement.
The long wait will finally be worthwhile for everyone."
They replied!
"You must follow these simple instructions:
Tomorrow, the 30th, at 10:00 a.m.,
go to your online banking site.
We will then send you the account number
for you to make the transfer.
Five million euros, 10% of the agreed amount.
If said transfer does not happen,
or if we detect any suspicious movements in the slightest,
we will kill once again on the 31st according to the established schedule.
Until tomorrow. Sincerely,
The Minions of Midas"
How are you?
Fine.
I can't stop thinking about it.
Let's tell the truth.
Let's publish it.
I can help you tell the truth.
Are you serious?
It would be the end of me.
I'm glad you want to help me, but--
Do you know what it would do to my reputation?
It would ruin it.
It'd ruin the company.
We can try to explain, so people will understand.
Do you think they'd understand? Right now?
A millionaire lets people die to keep his money?
That's how they'd see it.
They'd crucify me.
Besides, the police would be screwed.
People need to know these bastards are out there.
That people are dying, Víctor.
People won't stop dying because of an article.
We'd only be adding fuel to the fire.
What about your journalistic ethics?
Don't you see this would cause an uproar?
So, what can we do?
I'll make the first payment.
I was about to tell you, but you spoke first.
You're paying them?
I sent them an email. They replied. Look.
This… it has to work.
There's no other way.
How long do you have before the next payment?
Before they kill again?
I don't know. I have to wait for instructions.
But we'll catch them before then.
"Catch them"?
Yes. We'll try by following the money.
It's the bait.
You could always pay them… for real.
No, I can't.
I shouldn't.
I thought you got that.
-You can stop it. -Then, what, Mónica?
Could we rest easy?
How many more could die if I bankroll them?
If I give them 50 million instead of five million?
If I pay…
they win.
Let's get away from here, far away.
Tomorrow, after you pay, until it's over.
To the sea, to London…
Come here.
With your suitcases.
Don't you think it's far away enough?
AMOUNT: 5,000,000
Are you ready?
I am.
I'm typing in their information.
Text from Midas.
The account number.
We're locating the account.
Type in the number,
but wait to confirm the transfer.
We got it. Bank of Macaronesia.
Central District.
Arrest warrants.
Board and accountant.
Did you check the details?
-Yes. -Good, put in your code and wait.
COMPLETE TRANSFER
Hit "Enter."
TRANSFER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY
The money is in the account. Waiting for movement, so we can track it.
It's moving.
Thanks, Genovés. I'll call you back with news.
Five million.
Tell me you aren't working today.
I am not working today.
How about some music?
I've never understood jazz.
You can't be my lover and my boss.
I told you already.
Not if I want to remain an independent journalist.
When it's all over, I'll leave El Observador Nacional.
That doesn't seem like a good idea.
Don't worry.
I'll have no problem finding a job.
Believe me.
Because if you did…
you'd stop being my lover.
We belong to a tacky generation.
All of us.
The rich and the less rich.
WRONG TRANSFER ID CODE UNABLE TO TRACK TRANSACTION
It's gone.
How?
It vanished.
I don't understand. It couldn't have disappeared that fast.
The money must be in Manila by now, withdrawn in cash, Alfredo.
Paper money, tried and true.
How the fuck did you do it?
NEGOTIATIONS BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND REVOLT SPOKESPEOPLE BREAK DOWN
"WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW FED UP WE ARE"
Alright.
I'll pretend you're not here.
You're an asshole.
There's a party tonight.
I'd like for us to go.
Are you sure?
I bet we have different ideas of what a party looks like.
No, it'll be a mix of things.
It'll do us good.
And we'll be together.
Okay.
The beard doesn't help much.
This one.
Maybe with lighter hair.
Just maybe. It's the only thing we got.
It makes me think maybe the protester wasn't Spanish.
Arrest and interrogate them anyway.
Check all flights that landed in Madrid the day of and the eve of the protest.
Lots of people. It'll take time.
Just Madrid?
How's the hacker doing?
Look on the bright side, Alfredo.
No one will die tomorrow.
Detective.
-Come in. -Thank you.
This is Mónica Báez.
Alfredo Conte, lead detective.
Ms. Báez.
Nice to meet you.
You can talk in front of her. She's with me.
We lost track of it, Mr. Genovés.
We don't know what technology they use, but…
the money is gone.
I can't fire you, can I, Mr. Conte?
No, you can't.
Are you sure the money was lost?
I'm sorry.
Regardless, it was a risk we had to take…
It was… five million euros.
Well, that money has saved a life…
if it's any consolation.
No murder tomorrow.
-But if you couldn't-- -For all they know, payment was made.
You kept up your end of the bargain.
We got ourselves a week.
It wasn't in vain.
Buying us some time is practically our only hope right now, Mr. Genovés.
Of course, I'll try to get my superiors to sort out the money--
It's not about the fucking money!
No, of course not.
Thank you for seeing me.
Conte.
I'm sorry.
You're right. One fewer death.
One week.
Authorities fear an increase in violence tonight,
and above all tomorrow, after the protests
following the breakdown in negotiations
between the Government and The Spanish Revolt.
The Minister of Interior said…
What happened to your car?
I don't know. It wouldn't start.
…calling for the people to take to the streets…
It'll be hell tomorrow.
…spokesperson Cordero says they have no more rights to lose.
And that is why they have no intention of backing down…
At least we'll get a bit more sleep tonight… right?
I know it's only a truce, but…
I barely get any sleep.
Take a sleeping pill. It always helps me.
We should have some beers instead.
Can you?
My kid is waiting for me.
Dammit…
I love you.
LET YOURSELF
GO
What a beautiful couple.
It's an honor to have you here.
José Alba, the queen of the party,
this is Mónica Báez.
The Princess of Syria.
Congrats on your marvelous stories about Mercantil.
Thank you. I was only the messenger.
Will you walk with me?
You can protect me then.
My hand hurts after so many handshakes.
Congratulations on the amazing party.
I has to be…
if we want people like you to lend us your image
and be our Spanish ambassadors.
You think you're a country now?
We have everything a country has, except territory.
But territory is obsolete now.
It's a pain, a nuisance.
Can I write that?
You can write all of it.
Who wouldn't agree with me?
Countries are full of corruption, problems…
I wish they could be eliminated.
We give the people exactly what they want
at the lowest possible price.
Some people, those who can afford to,
are outraged.
They think companies should teach us or lecture us.
But who wants that?
Companies are…
machines without ideology, fortunately.
Beautiful and unstoppable.
Excuse me for a second.
All I can say is she's the best in her field.
I don't doubt it.
A drink?
We shouldn't mix alcohols, but it could do us good today.
I'll follow you wherever you want to go.
So this is the VIP room within the VIP party.
There's always a VIP room that's even more exclusive.
You can smoke here.
That's great.
Don't you love this moment during a party?
It's always the same. Every party.
It's when everyone realizes the party is almost over,
but nobody wants to go.
Those who didn't belong have left
and suddenly…
everyone wants to enjoy it, live the moment even more.
They don't care what happens as long as something does.
You know something?
I pissed my pants when I was in Syria.
I didn't even listen to Alfaad.
I couldn't.
All I could see was a city killing itself.
I still wonder…
About what?
-I wonder if-- -You wonder…
if we could ever redeem ourselves.
Redemption?
You take yourselves too seriously.
Wow, this is a collector's item!
Let's start the bidding at 1,000.
-Two thousand. -2,500!
They're auctioning themselves?
Anything higher?
-Three thousand. -Three thousand? Anyone else?
Four thousand five hundred!
It's similar to Facebook likes, but with money.
-Five thousand, five hundred! -5,550? I bid… 10,000!
It looks fun.
Fifteen thousand!
Anyone want to bid more?
No one wants to go home.
Fifteen thousand going once…
Going twice…
Sold to her future husband!
My turn. Attention, please.
Next offer: unisex or bisexual, whatever you call it.
Shut up, you queen! It feels great to get bought. Come on!
All this…
The extortion.
It coincided with our relationship.
It started… almost at the same time.
How did you manage that?
What does one do in order to feel?
I told you yesterday.
And I only told you once before.
I love you.
That's why I persevered.
No one will die tomorrow.
But someone will next week.
Could you drop me off at my mother's, please?
Conte.
Genovés.
They didn't take the money.
What do you mean?
They didn't try to hide it like we thought they would.
They split it up.
That's why we couldn't find it.
But do you know among whom they split it up?
That's the issue.
They split it up into 10,000 parts.
I don't understand, detective.
They divided five million into 10,000 parts of 500 euros each
and deposited them into 10,000 different accounts.
Randomly.
They basically threw the money up in the air.
Why did they do that?
Because they found us out.
Divvying up the money was a message:
The deal is off.
I'm afraid the countdown hasn't stopped.
There will be another victim.
Today.
This can't end here.
Those accounts must have been hacked. All that work just to send us a message?
Look for patterns in the bank account numbers.
What do you think they'll do?
I don't know… But nobody believes this Robin Hood act.
They could put it back together as easily as they split it up.
Right?
They were pricing each other.
The first guy was worth 5,000.
Five thousand? I hope he was hot.
The party didn't put you in this mood, right?
I've entered a world… I don't understand.
What should be the moral price of ownership?
If something could ensure the survival of others,
could someone own that "something," keep it for themselves?
Even if it's legal, could it be owned?
-How come nobody ever talks about this? -What did you take at the party?
I'm just saying what's going to happen. Right now, the moral price of ownership…
is potentially having what you own taken away by force.
The possibility of violence.
That's why there are more and more guns and security systems.
Are you very much in love, dear?
Look, after spending 11 years with the bad piano player,
I must admit it wasn't worth it.
It's a shame, but it happens.
Sometimes it just isn't worth it.
It's moving.
The money is leaving the accounts again!
I got you.
They're no Robin Hoods.
What do you mean, "The money is moving"?
In two minutes, you'll know who owns the account.
Come on! We're leaving in less than two!
Get ready!
Locate the riot areas!
There you are.
We have it!
Ilicitano Bank. 23 Calle de las Huesas.
Finding the owner now.
Is the database ready?
Armando Gómez Pujalte. 53 850 206 M. 146 Calle del Bronce.
-Send two cars. -We have a visual.
Son of a bitch!
Everyone after him, now!
I want the mobile number now. Four more cars to the house.
Everyone else, get ready for when we locate the phone. Go!
"Dear Mr. Genovés,
A new day of crime has begun for you.
We are saddened to see your resistance in accepting our conditions…
TENSIONS RISE FOLLOWING BREAKDOWN IN NEGOTIATIONS
…and how you employ all the means at your disposal to protect your fortune.
Still, you will see that our behavior will not change.
We keep our word.
We are sure that, once you finally overcome your misgivings,
you will keep your word, too."
HQ here. We determined that the phone is at the suspect's home.
I repeat: the suspect is at his home.
"Your transfer has finally been deposited in an account.
Our intention was to choose an account at random.
But did you know it is impossible to generate
a completely random number?
Not even computers are able to do it.
They make it look like chance, but it's never pure chance.
Chance, as we humans know it,
within the possibilities of our world…
is actually a gigantic cluster of intersecting coincidences."
Did you get the email?
I got it.
"On the other hand, who doesn't have a bank account nowadays?
No one.
Choose someone at random,
and that person will have at least one bank account.
What could be more random
than those clumsy, fruitless investigations
that the police carry out?"
Freeze! National Police! Get on the ground!
On the ground!
Don't let him touch his mouth.
"How many coincidences must happen for the same person,
who is not the killer, to be present
at two crime scenes?"
Watch your head.
"Such a coincidence, a cluster of intersecting circumstances…
surely surpasses the best software that the largest computer uses
to generate random numbers."
Fuck!
"Alea jacta est, Mr. Genovés.
Once again, you wanted to shirk your responsibility,
by trying to trick us with marked money.
Here's the result.
Chance has done the job for us yet again,
and another protester has fallen.
In the midst of this upheaval we all know is unstoppable…
will someone miss him?
Maybe you?
We wish you enough strength to remain determined…
or enough presence of mind to change course.
Sincerely,
The Minions of Midas"
Armando Gómez Pujalte.
He was our primary suspect.
Now he is another victim.
How can the criminals know who the suspects are?
I believe everyone in this room already knows the answer.
We learned it at the academy.
I want your badges and IDs… All of you.
Agents from another unit will interrogate you tomorrow.
If you decide not to show up, there'll be an arrest warrant out for you.
I'm not sure if I made myself clear.
-Alfredo, I don't think this-- -Your badge, too, Natalia.
What if you're the mole?
Don't take me for a fool… From our conversations, it'd be impossible
for them to know who the protester was.
They're running through… our fucking veins,
these Minions of Midas.
They're poison.
They're radiation.
If every member of the organization died tomorrow,
victims would continue to die every five days,
and we would still be incapable of doing anything to stop them.
Go home.
You need to rest.
Your badge, Natalia.
You'll see I'm right.
Remember what I just said.
The rest of you do the same.
This is yours.
I came to give it to you and tell you I can't.
I can't be with you while people are still dying.
-Mónica, please-- -I can't love you like this!
I'm sorry.
We'll continue to report from the streets of downtown Madrid,
during what has undoubtedly been the worst day in The Spanish Revolt:
more than 300 people arrested, 46 injured, three in serious condition
and two more fatal victims after Javier Piñares' death.
The Minister of Interior acknowledged
that the situation is out of control.
This is all happening one week before
the European Summit in our capital.