El - Presidente S02e03 Bluray

They told me it was about football. It was never about football. It was about a hole in the earth where money goes to die and then resurrects as influence.

(pauses) In my municipality. Renca. On a plot of land that my cousin owns. A plot of land that currently has no water, no electricity, and no permits.

Tell the ghost from Copiapó that his grandson’s knee surgery is already paid for. Tell the ghost from Talca that I know about the cabin in Pucón. I don’t want his vote. I want his silence. el presidente s02e03 bluray

Jadue watches Valdivia from his window. He lives across the street from the “school.” A deliberate choice. He drinks coffee. Calm. On his laptop, an encrypted email from (former CONMEBOL president, imprisoned).

Mayne-Nichols laughs, a dry rattle.

(through text-to-speech software, eerie) Sergio. The Americans have my phone. They have Burzaco’s ledger. They know about the $350,000 that went to “referee development.” That’s code. You know what it’s code for. Destroy the hard drives. Burn the contracts. And for the love of God, don’t let them find the 2016 Copa América final tapes.

The room is a war map. Strings connect photos: FIFA executives, CONMEBOL officials, construction magnates. At the center: a photo of the Estadio Nacional. They told me it was about football

(younger, hungrier) sits at the foot of the table. Opposite him, HAROLD MAYNE-NICHOLS (70s, patrician, legacy) sips whiskey. Between them, a wooden ballot box that looks like a coffin.