She's pretty, that girl.
There are a lot of empty benches in the park.
Why do you have to sit here?
So you won't be alone.
That's obvious.
Do you know her?
No, I don't know her. Well, by the way you look at her...
Have we seen each other before?
I don't think so.
I would remember.
I'm Federico.
Julián.
(Tires squealing)
(Pager)
("Ministry of Time" theme)
Chapter 8 The Legend of Time
Gentlemen, lady,
you have an important mission to complete.
Which era are we travelling to this time?
The year 1924, specifically to the Madrid student residence hall,
a flagship of Spanish art and culture.
It's still open, right? Yes, fortunately.
Thank God Spain still conserves some of its glories.
So that you understand the importance of these student halls,
of the seven Spanish Nobel prize winners,
four stayed there.
Ramón y Cajal, Severo Ochoa,
Juan Ramón Jiménez and Vicente Aleixandre.
And not only that. Many great minds lectured there
like Marie Curie, Ígor Stravinski
and Albert Einstein.
I like that moustache. Sorry.
I've been compiling the latest documentation for the mission.
After several weeks off, Irene joins us again.
She'll coordinate the mission.
Well then, in 1924 the students at the halls
put on a play. Yes, "The Desecration of Don Juan",
an adaptation of Zorilla's take on the character.
Him I know. It seems that one Antonio Lancha
wanted to make a film about the play
and we've received the poster that Salvador Dalí drew for it.
But that there is a tablet. Exactly.
A tablet in 1924. Dalí was a visionary, but not to that extent.
That's why you need to go there immediately,
because that's neither Dalí's style
nor had the tablet been invented yet.
What are we waiting for?
For me to finish talking, God. Ah.
Where were we? Ah, yes.
If you can believe it,
Salvador Dalí himself played Don Luis Mejía,
Luis Buñuel, star of our national cinema, was Don Juan Tenorio,
and Federico García Lorca played the sculptor.
Together with Picasso, they made up the new Golden Age
of Spanish culture. Exactly.
Then, Spain wasn't much of a power,
such as under Felipe II, which has a lot of merit.
As you all know,
the Ministry's mission is to stop anyone from rewriting our past
and to preserve our historic moments.
It's in your hands to protect it.
Are you well? Yes, better. Thank you.
And you? You gave us a good scare. Yes,
but it seems that God has decided
that my time to leave this earth has not yet arrived.
Did something happen? No, why?
Your face changed when you saw that García Lorca.
You're not going to believe this,
but it's just that last night I dreamed about him.
I'm not sure Irene should run this operation.
Explain yourself.
Well, she's received a very heavy blow.
First the Leiva thing, then her wife moved out...
I think she needs more time to recuperate.
What she needs to recuperate is to work.
Anyway, she asked me herself to come back.
I don't know, she said she felt like the house was falling in on her
obsessing over the Levia thing.
-I would also like to talk about that.
She was the last one who saw him before his escape.
But... But by God,
she limited herself to giving him a few simple pills for his cough.
She had the compassion that I should have shown a long time ago.
The case is closed.
(Door opening)
(ANGUSTIAS) I brought you two fresh-brewed coffees.
Thank you, Angustias. -Thank you.
But I'm late for a meeting.
(Door closing)
Is something wrong? -No, you know Ernesto.
He puts work above all else.
"Said the pot to the kettle".
When's the last time you took a day off?
There's too much work, Angustias. -Some days it's better not to work.
Today is your wedding anniversary, right?
Mmhmm.
Haven't you ever been tempted to visit the past
to see your wife again?
What for, to go back and miss her more strongly?
Memories help you to keep on living,
even if they hurt.
But if you let yourself get carried away by nostalgia,
you're dead.
Are you going to see Goya? Yes.
I am going to watch how he painted the frescos in San Antonio de la Florida.
He was not a very good at drawing, but he had enormous power.
It's a day for painters. We're going to see Dalí.
Ah. You don't like his work?
He painted like God.
He could make a perfect annunciation on a fingernail.
That has its merit, right? It does.
Not even I could do it.
But art is not only technique.
It's... It's passion, It's... it's...
having something to say. It's soul.
And Dalí didn't have much of that.
Although it has to be noted that he had one great virtue.
What? He admired me.
In fact, he copied my moustache.
Safe travels, friends. You too.
I've never seen anyone more full of himself.
This is the door, 891.
The exit is exactly three blocks from the student halls.
Here's a map. I know where it is.
Very good. A Ministry agent will be waiting for you there, Ortigosa.
He will give you the necessary documentation about the period
and more importantly, your student id cards.
Good luck.
(Door closing)
You don't like "El tenorio"? The first time I saw it, I liked it
but I got sick of it. They play it every year on the tv
on All Saint's Day. For what reason?
Don Juan sees ghosts.
It's a bad idea to take chances with those things.
It's worse now, with Halloween. "Hal"...
What is that? An American tradition.
People dress up like zombies, things like that, and go to parties.
What a disgrace. One should respect the dead.
Look, I've killed many men in battle,
but I always pray for their souls after.
Well be careful, in case they show up to thank you.
Don't tempt the devil.
Ladies and gentlemen, the student residence hall.
The genius factory. (Someone) "Psst"
It's me, Ortigosa.
Amelia Folch? Yes, that's me.
Here, your documentation,
your student cards and all that.
You have to go to the theater.
Say that you're new. That should be enough.
Was it necessary to disguise yourself as a gardener?
It's not a disguise. I'm a gardener.
Ah. The Ministry job
is to make a little extra for the end of the month.
By the way, be careful.
The people here are a little "out there".
They do strange things.
I'm telling you. Strange things? Like what?
Do you think it's normal to run around half-naked in this cold?
That Buñuel is a healthy one.
You were just winked at by the greatest director in Spanish cinema
Well, he will be. He doesn't know it yet.
How can we rehearse if we don't have Don Juan?
And Buñuel?
I think he's running naked in the park.
This is disgraceful.
I was expecting scenery, and what do I have, huh? What?
A shitty hanging sheet.
Salvador, aren't you some kind of painter?
Well, paint. I gave you a role in my film for some reason.
-Excuse me.
Your film is our play
don't forget. -You shut up, Federico.
You promised me you would change the script
and it's the same as it was... Was it him that you dreamed about?
...shot. The same.
With no dramatic turns. -Man, this is "El tenorio".
He seduces a nun and then meets a ghost.
Isn't that enough? -Yes,
but this is film and you can't hear it like in a theater.
I need expression with gestures
and I don't see any dramatic frisson anywhere.
that I need to control my images.
What a sin to be so full of oneself.
Pepín.
Why aren't you wearing the Commander's costume?
I didn't like how it fit me. -But it's your character.
You understand? Your character.
Look, I can't take this anymore, really.
Do you know what your problem is?
You believe that you were born artists
and you don't have any idea what art is.
Real art is to assume the transcendence
of changing times.
I didn't get any of that. -Because you are an ignoramus, Rosita.
Tell me, who was the idiot who told you that you would be a star
because you light up the scene,
if you illuminate less than a Christmas tree bulb?
An angel has passed by. -Yes, an angel has passed by.
It's shit on your fucking mother. This one needs
a good punch in the face. Excuse me?
Who are you?
We're new. Can we help you with anything?
Bring me some water, girl, and something for my head,
it's about to explode from so much mediocrity.
Move away. No, I'm studying Medicine.
Move away, please.
Where can we take him so he can rest?
To... my room.
I fainted, huh?
What happened to me? You're diabetic.
You should change your diet and inject insulin.
What's that?
Nothing. You rest.
I'm sorry, How...? How did you know he was diabetic?
Sweet breath, thirst, frequent urination, nausea, rapid pulse,
weakness and he's overweight.
I also study Medicine.
Yes, and I see that you are very aware of scientific advancements.
Insulin has only come on the market this year in Germany,
but it hasn't arrived here yet. I try to stay current, like you.
(Door opening)
How's the patient?
Much better, and all thanks to...
Julián, my name's Julián.
I'm Silvia. Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Well, I'm going to get moving it's better he has peace and quiet.
Ok, goodbye.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Have you and I seen each other before?
No, no. You must be confusing me with someone else.
How strange.
I'm one of those people who never forgets a face.
Find anything? No.
Amelia.
We have to return to the Ministry. I'm going to tell Julián.
This thing is more serious than I imagined.
That's what I think.
This photo has the Ministry's seal.
What are you insinuating? I'm not insinuating anything.
I would like to know if you have our whole lives in photos.
No, the Ministry doesn't have any archive of that sort.
The matter is to find out who got a hold of the photo
because it's not a fake.
It's from 1883.
And it looks like your wedding. It can't be.
Amelia?
I don't know.
It's from a future that I haven't lived yet.
Maybe now is the time to tell them something, yes?
We're anxious to hear it.
During the Rabbi mission Amelia had some problems with her mother.
She was watching her, and that was endangering the mission.
"That's personal. You don't have any right to read it.
Tomorrow you'll go to tea at the Nadal home.
I've already told his mother. No".
So...
we decided to get engaged.
"And I have to tell you two very important things
The first is that Amelia and I wish to marry
and I hope you'll give your blessing".
You got engaged? Yes, but just a little.
Can you explain that to me?
"The other thing that I haven't told you is that the wedding won't be held immediately
And why is that?".
It was all a lie so they would leave her alone.
That's why we added the part about the Cuban War.
We thought that things would go back to normal.
I suggested it myself.
(ERNESTO) It seems that the people keeping secrets
were you, not us.
You really didn't know?
Woman, we would have got you a gift.
And for some reason...
I don't know, we kept the lie going.
Mmhmm. Are you sure? Positive.
Just like I'm sure this mission is a trap.
A trap? I don't understand. Let's see,
a movie poster appears showing a tablet in 1924.
We go there and then, out of the blue, we find this photo.
Too much of a coincidence, right?
I agree.
The question now is who's behind it?
Mmhmm.
Any ideas?
Speak with everyone.
Especially Dalí.
He painted the tablet. He'll know where he saw it.
Amelia, please, you don't believe it's real?
Remember that it was all a ruse so your mother would leave you alone.
It's very believable for a ruse.
This photo is real.
Look, I'm wearing my mother's diadem, something borrowed,
and my grandmother's shaw, something old.
Maybe we had to keep up the lie, so we took this photo.
Do you want to go to that year
and we'll confirm it? No, better not.
Why not? I don't want to know my future.
(SIGHS)
There's one thing that you need to understand.
I'm not your husband or the father of your daughter.
How do you know...?
You followed me to the cemetery.
Yes, I followed you.
I couldn't leave you alone.
And why didn't you tell me?
Because you never told me that you had gone to see your own grave.
Amelia, you are my friend and my teammate.
I have to take care of you just like you'd do for me.
But this picture is a fake
so your mother would continue to leave you alone.
Amelia, I love you oodles.
Is that a lot? The most.
But as a friend.
I will only ever truly love one woman in this life and that is Maite.
That's the only thing that I'm sure of anymore.
She's pretty, that girl.
(Tires squealing and sounds of impact)
(Murmurs)
What a shame.
So young...
It's him.
Another bad night, I see. Yes.
I can't tell anymore what is a dream and what is reality.
Like now. Irene.
How are you? It's been a while.
Yes, since they locked us up in the Argamasilla de Alba prison.
Please, don't remind me.
We had to pass writing materials to Miguel de Cervantes
or he wouldn't finish "El Quijote".
Excuse me, aren't you...?
Don't believe in appearances.
Sometimes they are deceiving... and sometimes not.
Well, I'll take my leave. I'm late for a mission.
Good luck. See you later.
See you.
You mean, he travels in time?
He's not the only famous person we have on the payroll.
What mission is he on? To record his game show.
Angel of love, do you not see
that on this secluded shore the moon shines clear and pure and one breathes more easily?
Go on. Passion, art.
Go on, come on.
But why are you cutting, if it's going perfectly?
No one touches me that isn't my husband.
When I have one. -Rosita,
art is above morals.
I am an actress. Not some floozy.
Come on, a five minute break.
And you call this work? Really, I'll never understand this cinema thing.
I don't know why that girl gets like that.
What an obsession with taking his clothes off.
Picasso had his blue period and his rose period,
and Buñuel is right now in his naturist period.
Gentlemen, how nice to see you.
Thank you so much for yesterday.
I see diets aren't your thing.
No, I don't need a diet.
I need a prompter. You'll do.
Me? Yes, and someone go get Dalí
for the next scene. I'll go.
I'll go with him. -No, better I go
I know the way well.
As you can see, Julián finds admirers everywhere.
Go talk to her while I go console Doña Inés.
-Why do you find it strange that Buñuel doesn't like cinema?
I don't know. I just think being behind the camera seems like his thing.
Luis wants to be an agricultural engineer, not an artist.
To him, surrealism seems... a queer thing,
and me a queer, of course.
And I don't deny that I like men, but...
I hate the feathers, the boas and effeminate things.
OK, I think that's fine.
Is Dalï's room very far?
I want to talk to you, Julián.
And relax, I don't want anything from you.
I love Salvador.
What do you want to tell me?
Are you from the future?
No, I'm from Carabanchel.
Why would you ask me that?
Because you look like you come from there,
from when people run in colourful pajamas.
I've dreamed about you, Julián.
In front of us a brunette was running
and later she appeared lying on the ground...
bleeding.
Have you dreamed of me?
(Footsteps approaching)
-Well come on, time to be ridiculous.
Shall we? -Let's go, yes.
I'll be right there, I have to use the restroom.
The restroom is upstairs. Ok, thanks.
(Door closing)
They say I'm not cut out to be an actress.
Well I've done my plays and I've sung my little songs.
Did you know that it's been said that I light up a scene?
You do light it up, Rosa.
Really?
Like the full moon lights the park.
Hey, what's wrong now, silly?
What you said to me was so beautiful.
But, it's real?
I thought it was just from Salvador's imagination.
Hey, and it is worth much? Very much.
Don't worry, if I hear about it I'll tell you.
Julián and you are friends, right? Yes.
And not more than that? No, nothing more.
You must think I'm nosy, with all my questions.
Why would I think that? Well, because I really like Julián.
I've said too much.
No, no you haven't, but let's sit down a moment.
Please, tell me that he's not married.
No, he's not. What then?
You see, Silvia, you should focus on your studies.
You're going to be a woman and a doctor, and not many people could achieve that.
Enough, my mother always says the same thing.
She also went to university.
Well, and my grandmother was one of the first women
to go to university. In Barcelona.
She had the same name as you. Amelia?
Mmhmm, Amelia Folch.
Lola Mendieta always shows up.
You never should have made a deal with her.
I want all this cut off at the root.
Anything else? -Yes.
I've investigated with Angustias the most recent auctions
looking for works by Dalí. -What have you found?
Well, three paintings have sold of which experts doubt over the style
but not his brushstrokes.
It's as though the Dalí of the 1940s had painted them years earlier.
How long ago was that? The first, a month ago
the most recent last week. -A month?
And we're finding out now?
Wasn't Irene in charge of these things?
I'll speak with her about it.
By the way, where is she?
She stayed at the halls.
She thinks that Rosa, who plays Doña Inés,
might have clues about the tablet.
Irene, I don't know if this is ok.
Ok?
It's going to be phenomenal.
(LAUGHS)
Look, you know what?
Since for once someone treats me with affection,
I'll jump right in, come what may.
Lets hope she finds out something definitive.
There's something I don't understand.
Lola always does things for economic reasons.
Why leave the photo of Julián and Amelia's wedding?
Bad people do bad things. I learned that as a child.
Or maybe she's decided to take it one step forward
and convince Amelia and Julián to investigate their future
to change their destiny. There's nothing to investigate.
I hope that's true, because in the Ministry we don't play with destiny.
When we finish this mission we will have a meeting
and the games are going to stop.
Right now we'll stay on topic. Yes, that would be best.
Let's look on the bright side.
Ah, but, is there one? Yes.
If one of Dalí's works was auctioned last week, Lola is still around.
You're very quiet, Amelia.
Is something wrong? No, nothing.
Fine, then Dalí holds the key.
I'll take care of that.
(ROSA) (SIGHS) I'm shaking...
from excitement.
And fear. Relax,
I'm not going to tell anyone.
No, no, it's not that.
Well, not entirely.
But I trust you.
I'm accustomed to keeping secrets.
What else are you afraid of?
My mother...
talked about a queer in town...
that whoever slept with him never wanted to be with a woman again...
And that is what always happens when you sleep with someone you shouldn't
You told me before that you wanted to ask for a favour.
Ask me.
I would do anything for you.
It seems you've sat down too quickly.
And pardon me for being rude. Are you in a rush?
Very. I have a very important meeting and I can't be late.
With your patron.
What does it matter to you?
I've heard that a woman buys everything you paint.
Mmhmm. Federico, right?
What a gossip. No, it wasn't him.
Well then, how do you know?
Rumours.
Rumours...
Don't try to defend him.
He's enchanted you, too. I don't blame you, friend.
Federico is capable of selling a swimsuit to an Eskimo.
He's a charmer and I appreciate that, but it's just that he...
he's looking for something that I...
that I am not.
You understand? I have an idea.
And I don't know why I'm discussing these things with you.
I'm in a rush, truly, eh? Tell me about this woman, please.
Why do you want to meet her?
Well, I... also paint.
Ah. More reason not to introduce you.
But I, like you, believe... in a new art.
A new art.
There's only one art,
and for painters that is the art of Zurbarán and Velázquez.
Velázquez the great.
I'm thinking about growing my moustache like his.
maybe that way some of his talent will rub off on me.
Everyone's talking about this new art to make themselves seem interesting,
and worse, we have to turn ourselves into eccentrics
to be considered modern artists.
I'm sick of it.
But don't you believe... in cubism?
No. And surrealism?
Even less. What do you believe in then?
Whatever pays best.
You've been great. There was no way.
Amelia, can you come here a moment?
I'm also going to prepare myself.
Could you pass me the prompter's notebook?
What's this?
"For Alonso".
Another photo?
It's Blanca.
My wife.
"You can stop it". The wretch...
It also has the Ministry's seal.
Someone will pay for this.
But where to you go at night?
I know a place with good wine
where we can talk about things in peace.
And it's going to be him.
Hey! Alonso, get lost.
That is no way to treat a lady.
Sully her honor and you will face me.
What century are you from, friend?
From one where men speak with women
as gentlemen; and if they don't, they pay for it.
Alonso, please, it's not worth it
Are you threatening me? Do you want to have a duel?
Couldn't you just come to an agreement? You excuse yourself and you forgive him.
Never. Ever.
I'm going with Irene.
If you want a duel, you've got it.
Choose your weapons.
Weapons. Bare fists, my friend, boxing is my sport
What is that?
Boxing is a gentleman's sport where you only use your fists.
Only you fists? Yes.
There's no biting?
No.
And scratching? No, of course not.
And you can't hit with your head? No, Alonso, no.
And you call that fighting?
Well that's that.
Are you ok? Yes.
There's only one thing stupider than human beings in general.
What? Each man individually.
(CLEARS THROAT) Sleep!
Did you pay them by chance? What trickery is this?
With the dead there are no tricks.
Who are you? -You know well
the ghost of the commander.
I warn you that if you are not dead you will leave here a corpse.
Tell me, what do you want?
-To speak with you, Don Juan,
you will come with me to your punishment receive,
for Satan claims you at once. -"Get thee behind me"
-That is, soon, Don Juan, concludes your existence
and your deadly sentence's date has come.
What do you want?
I will tell you that not long ago you troubled my Inés,
and there is no woman more innocent.
Your soul is condemned to live cursed times,
and for your offenses and crimes, you will have neither glory nor pardon.
Oh, this must be a dream.
-Your expiry is at hand
and they're tolling the bells for your end
and digging the grave to throw you in
Come with me, villain.
(DON JUAN) (TERRIFIED) No, no.
No!
Cut.
Do not tell me you did not like it.
It was the best thing I have seen in my life.
-Very good. Very, very good.
Silvia, get up here. Powder Pepín a little more.
On to the next scene, ready?
Julián? Yes.
I found this envelope with your name on it.
Thank you.
-More unrest, more than you're seeing there... all of it.
Don Juan has climbed, has fallen, has thrived...
He's done everything, Don Juan, understand?
He must be...
grand.
(MUMBLING) Sons of bitches.
Relax, relax.
I don't think Lola's going to show.
We should go back to the halls.
Let's go.
(Footsteps approaching)
And Lola? She hasn't arrived for her meeting.
(WOMAN) (CRYING)
It's the "affairs" girl. Wait a second.
Amelia, please. One second.
(WOMAN) (CRYING)
What are you doing hiding here?
Is Julián still there outside? Yes.
Well, I don't want to come out until he leaves.
It's just...
I've been so silly, Amelia.
You were right. I can't get infatuated with any man.
What I have to do is finish my studies.
I'm glad to hear that.
Why didn't you tell me the truth about Julián?
You could have saved me the disappointment.
What haven't I told you about Julián? That he likes men, Amelia.
You heard me. This afternoon I found him...
embracing Federico like a limpet and...
and I assure you that Federico isn't among those who like women.
It's just... I don't understand why the only interesting men
are married or...
or homosexuals. It's just not fair, Amelia.
It's just that...
that man has it all, he's...
polite, intelligent and...
and he's going to be an amazing doctor,
because you don't know how well he managed the other day with the director.
Also, he's so handsome...
Yes.
What a shame he has his heart in other matters.
Come on, cheer up.
This is just a whim. You'll get over it soon, I promise.
Thank you. Why?
Well, for worrying about me.
I never thought I would say this.
I am disappointed and how.
You haven't found Lola Mendieta,
you fought with Buñuel for the honor of his companion.
My God in Heaven, Alonso.
You were in 1924, not your time.
You are a killing machine,
a soldier like no other in the Ministry.
I am sorry. I couldn't control myself.
After seeing this I had to get out all the rage
I had inside me. Another photo?
And with the Ministry's seal.
What's going on, do you have an album of our lives?
Julián, where are you going? I'm tired of all the lies
and risking my life for the Ministry
I don't give a shit about the tablet that Dalí painted.
We saved the Empecinado's life,
so the king could hang him just the same.
Lorca is fucking brilliant, but I can't stop his assassination
just like I can't stop my wife from dying.
Julián, wait.
I think that we need to talk.
And it would be better if we did it outside the Ministry.
If Lola Mendieta's goal was to undermine the Ministry's morale,
she's achieved it.
Silvia is your granddaughter. Yes.
And why didn't you tell us before?
I thought it was a coincidence, but after the photo of your wife...
It's not the only photo.
You too.
Julián, we can't get caught up in our anger and pain.
That is exactly what Lola wants.
First she attacks the Ministry with the poster for the play
and makes us go there.
Then she attacks us reminding us of our pasts
so that we rebel. I'm tempted to do just that.
And what do you say?
I'm not sure that it's Lola.
I'm not fond of her, but I never thought she'd go this far.
Whom, if not her?
Though I thank them for one thing.
They've opened my eyes.
(Phone, vibrate)
She wants to speak with me tomorrow at the halls.
Alone.
You're wrong about who's guilty and you know it, Amelia.
If you didn't, you never would have come here alone.
And the tablet? Mine.
I left my bag in Dalí's room
and he, nosy as he is, looked through everything.
By the time I realized it was already painted.
Then you are guilty,
just as you are of comissioning Dalí paintings to auction them in 2015.
Yes, I admit I've paid Dalí for drawings and paintings
and I've made a lot of money.
The US and Japan are crazy for Dalí.
But I don't know anything about the photographs you say you've received.
I swear it. And why should I believe you about one thing
and not the other? Amelia, think.
I was making a killing with Dalí's paintings.
The day Irene and you followed him,
he was going to give me half a dozen new paintings that I'll never get now.
You saw us? I always do a pass
before arriving at my meetings.
Remember I was a spy. Yes.
A good enough spy to organize something like this.
It wasn't me, Amelia.
Yes, I hate the Ministry, but not those who fight for it.
I also did that... for many years.
I'm sorry, Lola.
(Door opening)
You betrayed me.
No, you have betrayed the Ministry.
You always tell me that they lie to us, but the one who has lied to me is you.
It wasn't me. For the times that it has been, then.
Let's go.
Fine. Right now you're arresting me,
but it won't be long before you betray the Ministry too.
You'll be hearing from me, Amelia. Stop the threats now
or the trip back to the Ministry
will take longer than you thought.
Congratulations on a job well done.
We finally have Lola Mendieta in our hands.
Where are they going to take her, the Ministry's jail?
Yes. It's what she deserves.
Do you feel sorry for Lola?
Remember the Empecinado?
Or the suspect that escaped from the future to become the magistrate of Salamanca?
Or that because of her, the Nazis almost took control of this Ministry?
Besides, she hasn't treated you well, has she?
She sent you a photo of your wedding, and Alonso one of his abused wife,
and Julián...
she reminded him of the saddest day of his life.
She deserves it. By God, Amelia,
do you want more proof?
A woman who has fought for freedom doesn't deserve that fate.
Maybe she doesn't deserve it. Have you also succumbed
to Lola Mendieta's charm? No, but she's not the guilty one.
And who is, if not her?
You.
How did you know I'd received a photo? I never said it here.
That's true.
And where did Alonso and I find the photos?
In the theater. Exactly.
An the last photo was given to me by Rosita, who plays doña Inés.
She found it in her notebook.
And the one who's had most contact with her has been you.
Irene.
Tell me it's not true.
It is.
-You've known that Lola was auctioning Dalí's pictures for a month
and instead of intervening, you kept it quiet, right?
You've worked just like Lola would so that we would believe it was her.
But the whole time it was you.
Why did you do it?
Because I'm not the guilty one in all this.
It's you, Salvador.
This is because of Leiva, right?
You let our best agent rot in that jail
thanks to me, because I infiltrated the rebels.
It was your job. Yes,
but not at the cost of so much injustice.
Why? What have I gained? Tell me.
I lost my life and my love.
All this is bullshit and you know it.
I only know that you're my superior and that you've betrayed me.
I don't care what punishment the Ministry gives you.
I'll never forgive you all my life.
Those rebels, Leiva, they were honest.
They didn't plot and plan to frame someone else,
they didn't show one face and hide another.
I guess I've picked up some of the Ministry's ways.
Ernesto.
Take her away.
Be very careful, please.
The Ministry treats its agents like Kleenex.
It uses them and then throws them away.
Please.
It's never hurt me so much to tell someone that they've done a good job.
Excellent.
Now leave me, please
I need to be alone.
Now who can we trust?
No one.
What should we do?
They'll finish the movie in the student halls.
Later they'll go for a drink. I'll go.
And you should go. That way you can ask your granddaughter about your life.
I think I'd rather not know.
Thank you. Well I plan on going
to say goodbye to Federico.
Federico? Careful, that poet's really grown on you, huh?
And I think he wants something more
than a chat with you. No.
He's in love with Dalí and he will be for many years.
I've read it.
I've read up on him a lot.
Listen to this poem.
Let's see if I find it... Here.
"When the pure forms sank
beneath the chirping of the daisies,
I realised they had murdered me.
They ransacked the cafés and the graveyards and the churches,
opened the wine-casks and wardrobes,
destroyed three skeletons to gouge out their gold teeth.
They could no longer find me".
It's chilling.
And even more so once you know that he wrote it in 1930
in his book "Poet in New York" six years before he was killed.
Along with two other men, two banderilleros
Three skeletons. And to this day...
they haven't yet found his body.
Lorca had clairvoyant dreams. This isn't the only one.
I want to go give him a hug. One should always say goodbye to good people.
I'll go with you. I want to say goodbye to Silvia, as well.
And you?
You could go get into another fight with Buñuel.
I made a mistake, I won't repeat it.
No, I would rather...
sleep.
Good luck, my friend.
Gentlemen, I'd like to make a toast.
A toast to the work of art we've created together.
And for those yet to come. A toast to the future.
(ALL) To the future. -And to talent
without which there is no future.
Are you better? Mmhmm.
Well, it still hurts a bit.
I can't understand, as handsome as he is, why he likes men.
(FEDERICO) To the future. And to talent.
And what will you do now? You don't seem very happy.
I'm not.
Buñuel is going to París and Salvador with him.
Julián, can I speak with you alone?
Of course. But the important thing is that now
you concentrate on your studies.
Yes, yes you're right. You have time.
Do you have a moment, miss? Of course.
It's private.
My goodness, so many secrets in these halls.
Tell me. Lola Mendieta
gave me an envelope for you.
She told me to give it to you in case she wasn't here.
Thank you. She's a great woman, Lola.
There should be more like her
so that this country's art could stop being so provincial and uncultured.
Maybe then we wouldn't all have to go to Paris.
Should I follow the usual procedure?
With Lola? Of course.
And with Irene too, right? -No, with Irene no.
We'll send her to a rehabilitation center so she can recover.
We can't lose her.
-You know that I'm the last person who'd take pleasure in doing this
but she's attacked the Ministry.
And though she denies having helped Levia escape,
she was the last person that saw him before his escape.
Surely she gave him some drug that made it look like he had died.
She'll never admit to it because it wasn't her that did it.
Ah, no?
And how can you be so sure?
Because it was me.
So if you want to follow procedure
it's me you should send to jail.
So it was you.
Mmhmm.
That's why Levia spared my life when he returned to the Ministry.
"Are you going to kill me? -No.
"I'm going to let you live for two reasons,
because I owe you
and because I want you to live so you can see how this Ministry crumbles."
I gave him the drug myself.
I spoke with the prison warden.
Yes, I know now that I should have done it long ago.
He was our best agent.
Our friend.
An it wasn't right that he rotted away in that infested prison.
What is it about this Ministry that turns us all into sons of bitches?
What are you going to do? -You know that I am
and always will be loyal, to you, and to this Ministry.
I don't even want to imagine what would happen to all this without you.
Thank you.
Well.
Officially what will we do?
We already have a guilty party, right?
Lola. -Yes, Lola.
And what should we tell the team?
The truth.
But at the right time.
You're leaving too, right?
Why do you say that?
Because of your look of farewell.
Is it so easy to see?
Well, yes.
We might never see each other again.
Don't be so sure.
We still have our dreams.
Last night I thought up a poem.
"The dream goes over time
floating like a sailboat...
No one can open seeds in the heart of the dream."
But, how can you know a poem I just thought of last night?
You are from the future, right?
Federico.
Goodbye, my friend.
Say goodbye to the others.
Julián! I have to talk to you. I have something important to do.
I shouldn't have come. What's the point, if I can't save him?
I'm tired of being manipulated,
of being told what I must or must not do.
You're going to save Maite, right? Yes.
And don't try to stop me. I'm not going to stop you.
I'm going to help you.
Stop there.
(FRIGHTENED) Ah!
It can not be.
You are dead.
I am.
And from this corpse I tell you
that not long ago you troubled my Blanca
and there is no woman more innocent.
If you do it again, you will have to come with me
to your punishment receive, for Satan claims you.
No. "Get thee behind me".
Your condemned soul,
that lived cursed times of offenses and crimes
will have neither glory nor pardon.
I ... I swear that I will not do it again.
(WOMAN) Alonso?
Alonso, is it you?
I am the shadow of he that was.
Did you come from Heaven?
Or Hell?
From Heaven, woman.
In Hell they do not give leave.
And I will return every time I know that you are suffering.
Are you my guardian angel?
Yes.
I am and always will be.
Yours...
and of our son.
I would like to hold you.
But you are only a spirit.
I will be once again after you embrace me.
(Far-off car horn)
You've lived through this more than once, right? I can't get it out of my head.
You shouldn't have come. I want to help you.
She's the love of your life. I want her to be more than a memory.
(Tires squealing)
(Pedestrian "walk" signal)
Watch out!
(Pedestrian "walk" signal)
Let's go.
Let's go, Julián, you're about to arrive! Come on!
(Emergency siren)
Maite, no, no.
No, please.
How long will the effect of that concoction you gave him last?
A few hours.
I'm going to rest a while on the sofa.
Don't worry. I'll keep watch.
I've done it, Julián.
I was able to change my wife's destiny.
I prayed that you would be able to, too.
"I will only ever truly love one woman in this life and that is Maite."