That night, Jadue visits his mother in a cramped apartment. She’s praying the rosary. He breaks down — not for Osvaldo, but for himself. "They’ll never respect me, Mamá. I’ll have the money, the suits, the plane. But when I walk into a room, they’ll still see the kid from the slum." Mother: "Then why do you keep walking into their rooms?" He has no answer. He just sits there, holding a check for $50,000 — the first bribe he’s accepted. He doesn’t deposit it. He puts it in a Bible and closes the cover.
Jadue arrives at a luxurious, secluded vineyard in Argentina. He’s there to meet JULIO GRONDONA (80s, silver fox, wheelchair-bound but sharp as a scalpel), the aging godfather of South American football. Grondona pours him a glass of Malbec. "You think power is a goal you score, Sergio? No. Power is the offside rule. Nobody understands it. But everyone fears the man who explains it." Grondona offers Jadue a seat on the CONMEBOL disciplinary committee. In exchange, Jadue must deliver Chile’s votes for Grondona’s successor. Jadue hesitates — he’s still a nobody from a small club in Rancagua. Jadue (smiling): "And what if Chile wants to vote for itself?" Grondona laughs. It’s the laugh of a man who has buried rivals under penalty kicks. el presidente s01e04 pdtv
Jadue stands on a rooftop overlooking Santiago. His phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number: "Zurich. Next month. Bring your smile." That night, Jadue visits his mother in a cramped apartment