Flanders, 1569
You attacked early.
Why did you do it?
Because you ordered it.
Do you have witnesses of what you say?
If the dead could talk, I would.
You lie.
You lie!
I never lie.
Seize him!
Everyone is dead because of you.
Everyone.
Why did you attack him? He was your superior.
As if he is Saint Peter.
Sometimes a man has to do what he has to do.
Cursed pride.
Come morning your captain will be in his bed and you in the gallows.
Then from the gallows will hang a man with honor
and in his bed there'll be a jerk.
Don't cry, Blanca.
I've had a good life.
I've fought for my country.
I've loved.
I've seen the world. I've no complaints.
I want you to do something for me.
Anything.
Move on with your life.
Don't look back.
Alonso.
How can you ask me that?
No.
No, please, no.
Forget me, I beg of you.
It won't be easy.
You're Alonso de Entrerríos?
You're wasting your time, Father.
Whatever I have to talk with God I'll tell him tomorrow in person.
I'm not here to confess you.
I'm here to get you out of here, if you accept my offer.
Do you want to work for a secret office of the Crown?
Spying?
Something like that.
Special jobs in strange places.
You'll be dead for everyone, including Blanca, your wife.
You must be very powerful.
These people love their executions.
- it surprises me they'll cancel this one. - They won't.
They'll have their execution.
Who is he?
For all intents and purposes...
you.
Can I stay to watch the show?
We don't have time.
- What's that? - Let's go.
Therefore, I deny the influence of any author...
on Lope de Vega's work
glory of the Spanish Literature.
The first one drinks from profane sources...
and Lope in the deepest roots of our faith.
Yes, Miss.
I'm sorry, but the influence of "Orlando furioso" in Lope is clear,
specially on the subject of madness in relation to love...
Nonsense.
Characters like Rodamonte or Orlando himself are taken as model-
Can I continue with the class?
The Golden Age shows the glory of our literature
represented by Calderón, Lope
or the magnificent "Don Quixote" by Cervantes;
our literature...
Do I know you?
Follow me.
Who are you?
Someone who knows how much you're worth.
Can you tell me what this is all about?
I'm Irene Larra.
I wanted to meet one of the first female university students of this country.
Are you a journalist?
Something like that.
Tell me.
What did your mother say when you told her you wanted to study?
That I had lost my mind.
And your friends?
More or less the same.
With them you can only talk about husbands, children or Paris fashion.
It's hard to find a woman to talk about art, politics or important things.
What a bore, right?
Sometimes I think we women are our own worst enemies
but that has to change.
I'm sure in the future women will be able to do everything men can.
I'm sure of that too.
Shall we toast to that?
If my mother could see us...
- She's bent on finding me a husband. - And you don't want one.
I don't need a man.
You don't know how happy that makes me.
I don't need one, but I still like them.
Anyway.
Let's see if you're more interested in this.
What's that?
Your world is too small for you, dear.
and that we can fix.
Angustias,
get me the boss, sweetheart.
Hello. A beer.
- You should eat something, Julianillo. - I'm not hungry.
You doing anything this holiday?
I'm gonna have a party at home, really nice one.
Leaving the kids with the parents-in-law
and we thought of calling some friends
And female friends. Come. You'll like it.
Thanks, but I have plans.
Plans? Such as? Coming here, right?
You spend more time in this bar than at home, Julián.
"González Abarca Street, 22.
- Calling all available units". - Come on.
Fuck it, Julián. We just finished our shift ten minutes ago
We're too fucking far away.
- Any injured? - Everyone got out.
There's still someone inside.
Julián, what're you doing?
- There's people still inside. - The firefighters are already here, dude.
Julián!
Here! I found it!
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Time is what it is
This can't go on, chief.
Sooner or later something was bound to happen.
Colleagues don't wanna work with him anymore.
He's a danger
to everyone and specially himself.
After what happened to his wife he's not the same.
Who would be?
You're fucking lucky, kid.
Don't insist.
It won't open.
Doctor's orders.
They think I'll jump or what?
We've received a complaint from the firefighter's team.
Several of their men risked their lives
because you disobeyed an order from the superior in charge of the operation.
- Because there were people still inside. - There was only you, Julián.
This isn't the first time.
Your colleagues say working with you
is like working with a suicidal terrorist
Look, I don't care. I know what I saw.
You're off duty until further notice.
You need to talk with a specialist.
Take it as a holiday.
Didn't you like taking photos?
Take them.
Not anymore.
I know you from somewhere.
We're here to talk about what you saw in that fire.
From the hospital, right?
They didn't waste time sending the shrinks.
I guess you already know everything about me.
Paramedic nurse, valued highly by his superiors.
congratulated by Public Safety because of his intervention in 11-M,
married to his highschool girlfriend, Maite,
deceased three years ago in a traffic collision.
- A hit and run. - This is her?
Since then, you have depression symptoms with possible self-destructive tendencies
but you refuse to undergo treatment.
If you already know everything, what do you want?
Tell us what you saw in that fire.
In your statement you said you saw an unconscious man
dressed like a Napoleon's soldier.
What does it matter, if you don't believe me?
You two aren't psychiatrists.
Would you mind accompanying us?
Don't worry, you haven't seen everything yet.
- Rookie? - Yes.
The undersecretary is waiting for us.
Over here.
It's him.
Was he coming back from a costume party?
No.
From 1808.
Julián Martínez?
Salvador Martín. Pleased to meet.
I don't know if I'm in any condition to say the same.
You're telling me he's from 1808.
And he's been preserved so well
- for two centuries? - No.
He died the night after yesterday from smoke inhalation.
We think he came from 1808 24 hours before, at the most.
Now we know he wasn't alone.
We found this map among his clothes.
Maybe the marks will tell us why they came from the 19th century.
Okay, wait, wait a minute. What is this?
A joke or some new shitty psychological method or what?
Come with me.
I'll show you something.
Ten hours more per month and our salary gets cut.
I almost want to go back to the 16th.
Every government has its secrets.
Ours only has one, but it's very old.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Our secret is this ministry.
And what ministry is this?
The Ministry of Time.
Follow me.
Be careful you don't slip.
It's quite the fall.
Spanish civil servants from different time periods work here
with keeping history unchanged as their mission.
Our civil servants travel to the period
when a time alteration has happened and fix it.
- Over here. - Right.
So, the time machine exists, and it's Spanish.
How could the time machine exist?
Don't talk nonsense.
The time machine doesn't exist.
What actually exist are the time gates.
Let's go.
The Ministry's origin dates back to the Catholic Monarchs.
A Jewish rabbi, in exchange for not being exiled,
revealed to them the secret of a gates' network
that connected to the past of the Spanish kingdoms.
The story isn't very inspirational.
The rabbi wasn't exiled, but...
the Inquisition burned him alive for witchcraft.
Velázquez is always late.
These gates are under the control of the Ministry
we can say they're the official ones, but there are others, clandestine
- The guys from the fire. - Aha.
Some people want to disrupt time for their own gain
and that could be terrible.
Can you imagine if Ancient Romans had access to machine guns
or that Al-Qaeda could connect through mobile?
Right now I could imagine anything.
Can you travel to the future?
No. Time is what it is.
Then, if you can travel to the past...
could we make our present better?
That would be dangerous.
Our history may not be the best possible,
but it could be worse.
That's why we need your help.
Two men from the 19th century are wandering around Madrid,
we don't know what they're looking for,
and you're the only one who has seen them.
He was little hair, with bald spots...
and...
bulging eyes
and thin lips.
The other... had big eyes,
a jaw, like, square,
and...
Can't remember anything else. Sorry.
- Aha. Enough, Diego? - Do not fret, undersecretary.
Good.
We'll begin the search immediately.
You, Julián, will join tomorrow.
- Join tomorrow where? - Here.
Welcome to the Ministry of Time.
No. Look, no... that can't be.
I'm sorry, but it's impossible.
You see, your psychological profile clearly states
you're incapacitated to keep working as a nurse
I didn't get checked yet.
Here's the profile.
Read.
"On account of his proven self-destructive tendencies
he constitutes a danger to himself and to everyone around him
because of this we advise...
his admission to a specialized care center.
- Who wrote this? - I did.
You see, most of the time things don't go the way we want
And you know that well, don't you?
You're not living the life you'd want
with whom you would want.
We're offering you another life
unusual, yes,
but another one.
- Then, I either work for you... - Or you're admitted into a mental hospital.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
It's them.
Exactly them.
This guy is very good.
Of course he's bloody good, he's Velázquez.
It's incredible.
I've fought in Austerlitz,
I've crossed the snowy Alps and the desert of Egypt
and I've never been as afraid as I am right now.
- What's it? Do I know ya? - No, no, no.
I beg your pardon, gentleman.
Do you know of any place we could find books?
At the bookstore.
Excuse me.
Do you have at your disposal a volume
about a conflict between France and Spain
around 1808?
"Independence Peninsular War". History. Second floor.
"Independence Peninsular War"?
We're off to a bad start.
- No, thanks. - You should try it.
There aren't oranges like those anymore.
We get them straight from a 1887's Valencian orchard.
Later, at home.
You can't get out of the Ministry anything from another age.
First days are the worst.
Then you just get accustomed to it, right, Irene?
I saw my chance. Woman born in 1930,
- you tell me what I could aspire to - 1930?
My grandmother was born that year
- and you look like... - Less than how old I am, for sure.
I joined as a civil servant's widow when my Ramón died
God rest his soul.
- And when was that? - In the war.
- The Civil War. - No, dear, the Cuban War.
- But, if you come from so far... - Yeah.
How can I look like I'm 50 when I'm more than 100?
Time doesn't flow through the gates.
If not, how could this orange be so fresh
- if it's older than me? - Let's see,
I recruited Velázquez two years ago, in 1634.
He set foot on the Ministry for the first time in 2013, he was 35.
- Now he's 37, both in 1636 and in 2015. - Your life is your life.
You travel from one period to another, but you still age like everyone else.
- Ah. - The Ministry isn't
-the fountain of youth. - I wish it was.
We're just civil servants, not superheroes.
But if you can travel to the past, you could know
how your lives were
and how you died.
I don't know and I don't want to.
I leave that to the celebrities who appear in History books.
There's the boss with the rookies.
Julián, I'm introducing you to your new teammates.
Today's my lucky day,
first I meet Velázquez and now Captain Alatriste.
Your grace mistakes me for someone else.
Mister Julián Martínez, Miss Emilia Folch.
Pleased to meet you.
Mister Alonso de Entrerríos.
Well, I'll leave you to get to know each other, huh?
Sir, can I ask you a question?
Who is that Alatriste everyone here mistakes me for?
Are you sure about putting them together?
- They're very different. - That's the catch.
Alonso is a veteran from the Tercios of Flandes,
he's the perfect soldier.
You can put him in front of a marine with only a knife as defense
and the marine wouldn't last half a minute.
- It'll be hard to get him to work with women. - His values are old,
but that has a silver lining.
You can't find his sense of honor and his word's worth anywhere anymore.
And he's a patriot.
Amelia , however, is the brains.
She's modern, intelligent... She sees what no else does.
If she had been born in this century, she could be whatever she wanted.
Well, now she has that chance.
If everyone in this country were as noble as Alonso and as progressive as Amelia
a new day would dawn.
I wasn't doubting them.
Julián?
He has nothing to lose and that has a silver lining too.
Besides, someone working as a paramedic in Madrid these days...
will be at ease with any travel to the past.
Six years of war.
And we lost.
How is it possible?
I organized the best army in History.
Then we lost in Russia.
And everywhere.
Oh, listen to what Napoleon said:
"That bloody Spanish War is to blame for everything."
We have to go back.
It's them.
My father took me to a a theater in Paris.
They projected images, but this...
Let's go to that bookstore.
Miss, Mister De Entrerríos,
it's time for you to know the 21st century.
Bloody fucking hell. What is it, idiot?
What a jerk...
Fuck.
We're here.
You know nothing about what those books say, of course
There's a library at the Ministry, with Internet access.
- "Inter" what? - Let's see how you explain that to her.
They learn quick. Problem is when they get addicted to social media.
They took several books, and they're all related to the Independence Peninsular War
And one of them had a French accent.
They want to know what happened before it happens
and get a head start on events
Like the first "Terminator" movie, right?
They want to prevent Spain from winning the Independence Peninsular War?
Exactly. Can you imagine what would happen if they succeed?
Your graces excuse me, but...
- what independence? - Ours.
A empire like the Spanish fighting for its independence?
Well, empire, empire...
Two centuries after you France invaded us.
No, that can't be.
The world was ours.
Are we sovereign now, or do we bow down to someone?
Yeah, to the European Central Bank.
We go back to the Ministry.
It's going to be a massacre, for nothing. France will lose the war.
and that will only be the beginning of the end of the revolutionary dream
No one wins. You will lose everything
and we will go back to absolutism, to darkness.
Be calm, "mon amie".
None of that has to happen.
That's why we came to this century.
"Kill it, dude, kill it".
- This is so embarrassing, my goodness. - Don't worry, the same happens to me.
Every time I travel to another age my period gets out of control.
But getting things from a different age out of the Ministry is forbidden.
You take some, and if anyone says anything, you send them to me.
Let's see, I'll explain how to put it in.
We're searching around the area. You, gentlemen, can go home.
Tomorrow, meeting at 10 AM.
In that case, sirs.
- Do Alatriste and her live here now? - No.
Each is living in their own time.
- in their own home. - Not Alonso.
He had to leave Seville.
Right, he lives in Madrid now, 100 meters away from here.
but I'm sure he'll get sooner to the 16th by walking
than you'll get to your home by Metro.
Amelia, dinner is ready.
I'm coming, mother.
You read that every day since 1996?
But you won the Liga last year, man.
Yeah, but I watched that match with my father, rest in peace.
- What? Are you an Atleti supporter? - No, I don't like football.
But I remember that day as if it was yesterday.
It was yesterday for me.
Or tomorrow.
There's a gate, right? 58, it leads straight to
to the men's toilets of the Galerías Preciados of Callao.
Then at 10 AM that morning, it was a...
- Saturday. - Saturday, right.
Since then, every time I have a bad day
at work, or at home, or we lose against Real Madrid again...
I get my bag, gate 58...
and there I go to the stadium.
40 times I've seen that match and I have more fun each time.
- What will it be? - White coffee.
What will it be, Miss?
White coffee, in a small coffee glass.
Very good.
Thank you.
How are you? Hi.
For me?
Congrats.
Thank you.
Is this...?
- What is it? - Just open it.
Dude, you've gone too far.
Be careful, it's loaded.
- Let's take a picture together, come on. - Alright.
Let's see.
There we go.
If I had to wait for you to make up your mind...
Everything alright, chief?
Yeah, everything's fine. Thank you.
- How much? - White coffee? Not much.
80 pesetas.
Help! Help!
My friend is dead!
Call a paramedic!
What have you done?
The plan was taking their guns, not killing them.
Goodbye, my friend.
According to the forensic report, the police officers were taken down
by a shot from a collector's gun.
- From around 1800? - Indeed.
- It's one of them. - Him?
He died from a shot from a service firearm.
They defended themselves?
There weren't any traces of gunpowder in the officers' fingers
and one of their weapons disappeared.
Probably the one who stole it shot his partner
- and fled. - To his own age?
Gentlemen, Miss,
this is your first work for the Ministry.
You have to go to 1808.
Gate 21.
You must find the clandestine gate
and stop that stolen weapon from being used to change history's course.
Cornejo? I'm sending you two men and a woman.
Clothes from early 19th century. Notify Antoñita from Hairdressing.
We assume the signal comes from the place where the gate
they used to travel to the 21st century is. Here.
- Why are you giving the map to her? - Because she's in charge.
What, a woman? That's madness.
But what is the plan?
We're Spaniards, aren't we?
Improvise.
Goodness sake, I look like my grandmother.
That's what we all say on our first mission.
- I'm not ready. - We all say that too
- on our first mission. - Alonso, come with me.
You seem pretty calm for your first travel.
If you need anything, number's on Contacts. Here.
- There's reception on the 19th century? - With this, there is.
You dial the number, hash, and the date you're calling to.
Hour, asterisk, day, asterisk, month, asterisk, year, hash.
- Does it have a camera? - And games.
But don't use it while you're going through a gate, it goes crazy.
- And it might crash some times. - What do I do then?
You turn it off then on again.
A civil servant will be waiting for you, Carrasco.
Give him this envelope.
Good luck.
Everything alright?
I've told the Ministry time and again to put a ladder there.
We could have an accident any day.
Carrasco?
We have to go...
here.
Bear's Tavern. It's not far.
Half an hour on horseback.
You can't expect the lady to ride a horse.
- I know how to ride. - Well, sorry, I don't.
You don't know how to ride a horse?
It is far if you're walking there.
Here, this is for you.
Come on, to the racetrack.
What do you mean they cut our Christmas bonus?
What is this?
The French already passed through here.
This would be unthinkable in my age.
If we succeed on this mission, France will never win this war, correct?
Then let's go!
Where's he rushing off?
More wine?
We should rent our rooms.
It can't be. You always have the same problem.
- Do you have any spare rooms? - I have a bedchamber and a hovel left.
Bedchamber for you and your wife, and the hovel for your helper.
Alright.
I need your names.
I'm forced to.
Amelia Folch.
Alonso de Entrerríos.
Curro Jiménez.
You can drink something while we get the rooms ready.
Forced to stand this from foreigners...
First and foremost, we shouldn't attract any attention.
Here you go, for killing time.
I'll be right back, "monsieur", I've to...
When a lady says no, it's no. Here and in Paris.
What part of "not attracting attention" did he miss?
Two French guys aren't enough for one Spaniard.
We die here.
Two for two seems more fair.
If you're alright with it, of course.
It will be my honor.
What's going on here?
This man has hit a woman and is going to pay for it.
That won't be necessary. I'll take care of it.
Alonso de Entrerríos.
At your service.
Eusebio Castañeda.
Same to you.
It's him, the guy I saw in that fire.
My best red wine, Mister Curro.
- On the house. - Thank you.
What is it?
I've seen that man before.
But how can it be, if I won't be born in another 50 years?
He said he's Eusebio Castañeda.
Are you sure it's him?
Yes, I am.
What's wrong? What are you thinking about?
Benito.
He was a good man.
Yes, it's a great loss.
But in the war, a lot of men die.
Maybe too many.
We should have entered the French's bedchamber while he was downstairs.
Better tomorrow, when he leaves. We'll have more time.
She's in charge.
I'll withdraw to my chambers.
- Godspeed. - Good night.
Good night.
You don't need the knife.
What are you doing here, milady?
I love how you talk,
like an old-fashioned gentleman.
Virgin Mary, what zeal.
How long has it been since you've been with a woman?
Centuries.
If my mother saw me sleeping with a man she'd have a stroke.
You're sleeping 4 meters away from a man.
I must seem very old-fashioned to you.
You were born a century before me, you tell me.
Well, I'm very progressive, you know.
Only woman in a university, and I'm still single.
All my friends are already married and with kids.
And you, are you married?
I was.
She died.
I'm sorry.
It's alright.
Life is very strange.
Just some days ago, I thought nothing was worth it
and when they forced me to work for the Ministry...
I thought it was insane.
You weren't alone on that.
However, now I know this has given me life.
- Good night. - Good night.
I know where the French's bedchambers are.
Thibault is his name. He's a high command of the invaders.
She's his lover, it seems.
Dolores de Villamejor,
an aristocrat who lived in the West Indies.
- West Indies? What's that? - America.
He has a bedchamber at his disposal all year long
whether he's occupying it or not.
And you found out about all that last night.
While some sleep, I service my country.
Well, I hope you "serviced the country" sufficiently
because I'll need your friend to get into the French's bedchamber.
Alright, you do your thing
and since I'm here, I'll make his bed.
It's... not that I want to stick my nose into your affairs,
but what are you looking for?
A gate.
There's no gate here besides the one we just came from.
Yeah.
That's a weird book.
It's French.
I don't know how to read. Just spell things out.
What else? After all...
For cleaning and popping out kids...
It's him.
Watch out, coast isn't clear.
He saw me at the canteen. What do I do?
C'mon, faster, we don't have all day!
Oh, look, "monsieur" came and found us here
Beg your pardon, "monsieur", new girl has her head in the clouds.
C'mon, straight out to the corridor.
It's the Undaunted.
Who?
You know who he is, right?
Yeah, yeah, but you tell him.
He was... is...
He'll be the one who understood how to fight the French,
Not with a conventional war, but with a guerrilla
The French Army is very superior
so instead of fighting them in battles, they fight them everywhere
without warning, not giving them a moment's peace, attacking and then leaving
So, the French knows that in the future
the Undaunted will organize the guerrilla
- and wants to kill him first. - Exactly.
Seriously, you should watch the first Terminator movie.
We need to talk to him.
Can I help you, Miss?
I need to talk to you. Can we go outside for a moment?
I'm telling you you're wrong, Miss. My name is Eusebio Castañeda.
- You're Juan Martín Díez and you're called the Undaunted. - And you're in grave danger.
I insist. You're mistaken.
I know perfectly well who you are.
I know you fought at Rosellón,
that you live off the land in your wife's village, which raised against the invader
when French soldiers raped a village girl
I know Goya painted your portrait
Who painted what?
Maybe Goya hasn't painted that yet.
What's important is your life is in danger.
Let me ask you a thing. Are you all Spaniards?
Of course I'm a Spaniard, as much as anyone.
Then you know everyone's life is in danger, not only mine
But we may win this war soon.
Very soon.
I've an appointment I can't miss.
If you'll excuse me.
Rest assured, I'll shadow him.
- Good morning, Mister Eusebio. - Good morning.
Who's that room of?
Miss Lola, the marchioness.
Gunshots.
I beg your pardon, "monsieur",
but I haven't mastered these modern weapons yet.
I have.
- Lola, Lola. - That harpy sold you out.
She's a patriot.
She told me...
He found out I wanted to talk to Juan
- Is he dead? - No, but he's bad off.
He needs a doctor.
From my age.
Take him to our bedchamber.
I'll deal with her.
- They should have contacted us already. - Relax, everything will be fine.
It's them.
- What is it? - You know who the Undaunted is?
- Of course. - I have him here.
With a gunshot wound from a weapon which won't exist in another 200 years.
- Can you bring him here? - Impossible. He's lost too much blood.
He wouldn't survive the cart journey until the gate.
Activate a mobile ICU to 1808.
- One of ours? - No, one from the 19th century.
No health insurance card.
Done.
I'm doctor Morales. Patient's situation?
Gunshot wound with exit point
No vital organs affected, but he's lost a lot of blood
- Conscious? - Comes and goes. He's delirious.
Very well. We'll take care of him.
Don't worry, he'll make it.
Thanks to you, not me.
Is Lola alright?
So she says, but I'd rather you check up on her.
I told her you're a doctor.
I wish my mother could hear you.
There's been a problem.
Can't say anything else right now.
I'm sure.
That can't be anymore.
I need to get out of here.
I can explain.
How?
Julián. Julián.
Lola isn't what she says she is.
Here it is.
I've been here before.
- In 2015. - We are in 2015.
Stay here until a Ministry car comes to get you.
You can't go around the street dressed like that.
What about the gate? We need to seal it.
I'll take care of the gate.
Either the mobile phone was invented earlier than I thought
or that woman travels through time just like us.
I think it's the second one.
Ernesto, have Velázquez sent here.
We need an identikit picture to send it to all civil servants.
- No need, I have a photo right here. - Well, well.
I see you've taken up old hobbies.
Lola.
You know her?
- Lola Mendieta. - We thought she died
on a mission at the Carlist Wars.
What was her angle?
Money, evidently.
She sold the secret to the French.
Well, the Undaunted, before he lost consciousness
told us she had come to him already, to warn him
Ernesto, have this photo copied and sent to all the offices
Very well.
Gentlemen.
Good job.
Milady, can I ask about the health of the one called the Undaunted?
He's fine, recovering at a hospital.
And he doesn't notice he's not in 1808?
No, half the time he's sedated.
Besides, there's a wing of the hospital reserved for us
and no one knows what happens there.
In what hospital can you do that without raising suspicions?
12 de Octubre Hospital.
Why do you think there are always wings closed for repairs?
He'll live and he'll kick the French out of Spanish soil.
- Right? - Yes.
His king will be proud of him.
Why are you making that face?
His king had him executed.
Him and many other people who fought for Spain.
Is the Poem of the Cid
- still read in your age? - Of course.
Nothing has changed since then.
God, what a good vassal, if only he had a good lord!
Hey.
Is there a list of the gates and when each leads?
The gatebook. Changes every day.
Though we have a mobile app, it's very useful,
really, because you don't need to do any math.
Time passes here and in the past, in each gate.
every day, every minute.
Keep it. I'll use Ernesto's.
Thank you
What are you doing?
- You can't come back here with her. - Leave me alone.
You're coming with us
and you're coming gladly.
It's best that she doesn't know, you know that, right?
You're mad.
What if you had bumped into yourself?
Impossible. I had a night shift.
Bad night, and the next morning wasn't better.
I argued with Maite.
Whatever.
When did your wife pass?
Tomorrow, October 23, 2012, a bit before noon.
Run over by a car.
I was in the ambulance near the place.
In fact,
I was the first to reach her for help.
I don't understand.
Why can't I warn her?
We all have to die.
That morning we argued and we never talked to each other again.
15 years together and the last thing we did was shout at each other.
It's not fair, fuck.
Yes, dear, I'm closing already...
as soon as I get these annoying clients to leave.
Julián.
That device Irene gave you...
Are you both mad?
Yes?
Who is it?
Yes?
Maite.
Ah, Julián. Who's number is this?
They gave us one for the ambulance. It goes through the office.
Listen, I...
I'm sorry about this morning, OK?
Fuck, it's just...
It pisses me off how you always twist things around
Julián?
You hear me?
Julián.
I love you, Maite.
I love you more than anything in this world.
You know? Sometimes...
You just take that for granted and...
you don't say it, but...
I don't want you to forget it, Maite.
Don't ever forget it.
You and I should argue more often.
Where are you?
- There's a lot of noise. - At Gran Vía.
Hey, you're not buying me anything, are you?
We said that in this anniversary we wouldn't buy any gifts.
Relax, no gifts.
- Lope de Vega isn't on the San Juan. - And what does that mean?
That he will die before the books say he did.
You must go to Lisboa in 1588. Think that he was barely 26
and had all his work still unwritten.
We need to find Lope and relocate him.
Get pregnant, come on, do it, let's see how you explain that
No, the father is Lope de Vega.
I know how to travel through time.
Urgent call from the Ministry. I repeat, urgent call from the Ministry
You're ready?
You have to prevent Spain from entering the WWII.
We'll need reinforcements.
- What do you want from me, Abraham? - Protection for my family.
In exchange, I offer you the book of the gates.
The queen promised she would protect him,
him and his family.
Five days, not one more.
The next day, this Ministry will stop being a secret.
What are we going to do?
You have to travel to 1491 to save the rabbi from the pyre.
Pig!
Nice atmosphere.
Then they won't have anything to stand on.
- Look at that. - It can't be.
It looks like it.
...so now you have to find the Guernica receipt.
It's a Picasso painting, maybe the most important one in all of the 20th century.
Gate 864.
According to our data, the case will arrive to Madrid tomorrow morning.
to 1981's Madrid, of course.
The Ministry is lying to you all, Amelia.
Preserving the past?
I've risked my life many more times than you for this Ministry.
Do you know what I really hate?
People taking me for an idiot.
Spanish version synchronized and corrected by Chitorafa Translated by yunhaiiro Resynced by Living On Video TV