Extreme close-up of Jadue’s eye. It twitches. Then, a slow zoom out to reveal he is now in a witness protection safe house. He’s alone. He turns on a TV. A soccer match is playing. He changes the channel. It’s a nature documentary about spiders. He turns it off.

Jadue meets with a slick Argentine intermediary, (a new character, all leather jacket and cheap cologne). Burzaco slides a piece of paper across a marble table. “The 2015 Copa América. You want Chile to host the final. That’s a $3 million ‘gesture of gratitude.’” Jadue hesitates. His hand trembles. Then he remembers the empty seats at his own federation’s stadium. He picks up a pen.

Here is the story for El Presidente Season 1, Episode 2, presented in the style of a scene-by-scene breakdown, as if from a high-quality HD-CAM screener.

Jadue, still the upstart president of the Chilean Football Federation, walks these hallowed halls like a kid in a candy store. He’s ignored by the old guard. Juan Ángel Napout (Paulina Gaitán) – a subtle but powerful figure – watches him from a balcony. She sips mate. Her aide whispers, “The Chilean is asking about television rights.” Napout smirks. “He’s not asking. He’s begging.”

Back to the present. The tuna sandwich arrives. Jadue doesn’t eat it. Across the table, an FBI agent (the same one from the cold open) pushes a photograph: a man in a suit, leaving a Geneva bank. “Joseph Blatter.” Jadue freezes. The agent leans in. “You’re small fish, Sergio. We don’t want you. We want the shark. Help us, and you walk. Refuse… and we release your ‘contracts’ to La Tercera tomorrow.” Jadue looks at the sandwich. Then at the folder. He takes a bite. Then he speaks. “You want the president? I can get you the president. But you have to understand… he doesn’t take money. He takes souls. ”