Original subtitles

Fall in!

Let's go.

Rocamora.

Rocamora!

- Rocamora! - What?

Is this the final list of the San Juan?

Excuse me for a second.

Silence!

Silence!

Is this the final list of the San Juan?

Yes, galleon crew and soldiers.

Is there any problem?

Eh... No.

Nothing, nothing. I'm filing this away.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. C'mon, c'mon.

Shit.

Julián, you get it, I can't find my wallet.

Fuck, Maite, this always happens.

Yes.

Who is it?

- Who is it? - Must be your lover.

He won't talk to me.

Who is it?

Oh, nobody.

You're really annoying, you know that?

See you later, morenita.

- Who was it? - I don't know. Didn't say a word.

- Must've dialed the wrong number. - Well, if that was the case...

you would hang up or say sorry. Not stay on the line.

Stop worrying about it. C'mon, give me my wallet.

Give me a kiss, a little kiss.

No way. You'll give me the flu.

A stranger calls you, you don't want to give me a kiss...

This is looking bad, morenita.

Spanish version synchronized and corrected by Chitorafa Translated by yunhaiiro

Time for glory

I really like this age, I do,

but my retirement pension is going to be very meager.

What are you going to do, go back to 1900?

Needs must when the devil drives.

I'd rather be in my age than in 2015

being miserable.

As they say, the good old days... they were better.

That's not true, I assure you.

I'll get it.

- You want one? - No, thank you.

What's wrong?

Lope de Vega isn't on the San Juan.

What does that mean?

That he will die before the books say he did.

- You called her again? - So what?

Once was enough, Julián you can't keep doing this...

Not once nor a hundred times.

We made a decision.

- And we have to deal with the consequences. - Well

Your choice was between this and the gallows, so don't play the hero

I gave up ever seeing my wife again and I haven't.

But she's alive.

My wife is as dead as yours.

Like her parents.

Do you think they live forever?

They're all dead and buried.

I hadn't thought about that.

Is there any problem?

None.

Boss wants to see you.

What do you know about Lope de Vega?

No, you shouldn't know anything, he's from a later age than you

And you?

Eh... He was a writer.

- They come worse each time. - Wait for the next wave, you'll want to die.

And does the Invincible Armada ring a bell?

Yeah. Basically, it was a bloody disaster.

And the... what was it?

"I didn't send my ships to fight against the elements."

Look, they didn't ask about my education when they brought me here.

No, fortunately, that's why Miss Folch is here.

By God, can you tell me what happened already?

Lope de Vega was one of the main authors of Spain's History

and the Invincible Armada an attempt to invade England, which failed

- When did that happen? - With your king, Phillip II

17 years after you left.

So, if I hadn't accepted the Ministry's offer,

- now I would be there, in the Invincible Armada - No, you'd be hanged.

As Miss Folch knows, Lope joined the Armada

Well, we don't know for sure.

- Yes, yes we do. - Dear, you forget where you are.

We've Skyped with our agent in Valencia,

where he lived,

- and he confirmed his parting. - You can Skype with the past?

But what is that "sky"?

Julián will explain it later.

The thing is, joining the Armada was the condition

his wife's family placed for allowing their wedding.

- A bit harsh, isn't it? - He had abducted her before,

so we can imagine that condition was put in place so he hopefully wouldn't come back.

He abducted her?

- What a guy, that Lope. - Yes, indeed.

You see what you're missing if you don't read our classics?

Lope de Vega enlisted in one of the few galleons

that had a pilot who knew the British coast well.

He came back without much incident.

- Then? - We received a fax from Lisbon

with the San Juan's crew list.

- Lope isn't on it. - Lisbon?

- Isn't that out of our reach? - It was part of the Spanish Crown then.

It's ministerial territory.

You need to go to 1588's Lisbon, find out what ship Lope enlisted in,

prevent him from boarding her and get him on the San Juan

or any other ship that didn't sink, which weren't many.

Think that he was barely 26

- and had all his work still unwritten. - Yes.

The Golden Age had Calderón, Cervantes and Lope as its stars.

- Without one of them... - It would only be a Silver Age.

You won't join the Armada, will you, being so patriotic...

If I can avoid it, you won't see me on a ship. I hate when my feet aren't on solid ground.

- Then we won't even talk about flying. - Flying like birds?

- Absolutely no, never. - Never say never.

The civil servant who will welcome you is Gil Pérez.

He'll put you up to speed.

It's time. You're late.

There are 20,000 soldiers in the city, probably drunk

- so be careful, babe. - Don't worry.

- You don't change clothes? - It's just 17 years.

The clothing will be similar.

OK, this is the gate.

Come on.

Careful with those pigs.

Get them in the hold.

There goes the cargo.

- Get it up to port side. - Lift the cargo here.

We're in a ship.

It's a bloody ship.

And you're so brave for everything else.

- Stop it. - Don't worry, Alonso, it's fine

It's fine? If you open a hole and fall into the sea

- I won't be the one to save you. - You really don't like water, don't you?

That explains things.

- What are you implying? - Nothing, nothing.

Raise the brig sail!

Look.

What is it? You've never seen a port before?

Relax. I'm a civil servant from the Ministry.

Gil Pérez, I assume.

And you are...

- Amelia Folch? - Yes.

- Pleased to meet you. - I'm not as pleased.

- No one warned us about the gate being on a ship.

Ah, it's very convenient.

I can move the gate to any Spanish port I want,

even in the West Indies;

and I assure you there are time gates

in very worse places than this.

But we need to hurry.

The Armada sets sail tomorrow at dawn.

Tomorrow? Couldn't they have told us sooner?

I just found out myself.

Crew lists come at the last minute,

just enough to supply payments.

I don't even know what ship Lope is enlisted in.

I only know he's not in the San Juan.

Besides, what kind of Spaniards would we be

if we couldn't do our work at the last minute?

- Where are we going? - The Armada's office.

I have at my disposal a little room where we can look over the boarding lists

I know the city and I know the soldiers

I'll find out more drinking wine than looking at files.

See you at the office.

My first travel with Maite was here, in Lisbon

And I recognize nothing.

In a century and a half an earthquake will level this city.

It doesn't exist in your world, neither in mine.

I never even dreamed I could see this with my own eyes.

- The Golden Age needs Excel. - What?

Nothing, thinking aloud.

Don't you ever get confused by all this?

Yes, but there's a trick that never fails.

- Which is? - Never get overwhelmed.

Here it is.

Good news is the San Juan will be one of the last to sail

In two days time.

We need to find Lope and relocate him

- even if she sails with one man too many. - That's if we find him.

Bingo.

Félix Lope de Vega, native from Madrid

- resident in Valencia. - Ship?

San Esteban.

She's a galleon too.

And one of the first to sail, tomorrow at dawn.

Of course, why would it sail later.

Let's not get anxious.

We need to find out the San Esteban's fate.

Maybe she also came back to Spain mostly unharmed.

Okay, I know it's a strange question, being in 1588,

but does your grace have a PC at your disposal?

By God I do.

And Internet connection, the network of networks

Did you find out something?

There are two taverns where Spanish soldiers usually gather

One is the Galician's Tavern, that is its name,

- and the other is the Port's Tavern. - Shit.

The San Esteban, Lope's ship,

will run aground in Ireland's coast.

Survivors will be executed by the British.

You mean everyone in that list is going to die?

No one was spared.

Lope will, if we find him tonight.

I hope that Lope's merits are great enough to justify

saving him and letting the others die.

- It can't be. - What is it?

Alonso, you're on this list.

- How is it going, Angustias? Is the boss here? - Yes, but he's on a meeting.

- With a so-called Marquis of the Ensaimada. - Ensenada, Angustias,

- Marquis of the Ensenada. - That one,

a guy with a cocked hat and a cape longer than a cassock.

- Is it urgent? - No, no, no. It can wait.

- Is something wrong, Angustias? - No.

Must have gotten cold this night.

Yes, okay.

You're still thinking of going back to living in 1900?

Because of the cuts, you know.

I'm still thinking about it.

If you do go back, careful with the colds, okay?

When it comes to illnesses

the past was never better, I assure you.

What you can cure with a pill now, by then...

it could kill you, you know.

But it's my age.

You weren't very happy in yours, were you?

No.

Not really.

And you?

There were good and bad times.

Don't bother me anymore!

The Esquilache Riots stay as they are.

They were riots against Charles III because he forbade wearing concealing clothing

because of public safety, you know

Now I understand his clothes.

Come on, leave, leave, I don't want to hear about this again.

Good morning, Marquis.

Not good for me.

We should have never recruited aristocrats for the Ministry.

They only think of themselves.

Get in.

And you should watch that cold.

- No sugar, right, Ernesto? - Something's wrong with Angustias.

Yes, she has a cold.

- Yes, so she says. - So she says.

And she's blown half the Ministry's budget in tissues

Why are you always so distrustful, Ernesto?

Well, it's one of my roles.

Only when it's worth it.

Want to bet Angustias is telling the truth?

Salvador, may I remind you we've bet several times

- and I always win. - Yes, but...

this time I'm sure of winning. - 100 euros?

- 100 euros. - Done.

Any news from the patrol?

Yes, and it's not good.

Amelia sent word that Lope de Vega is enlisted in the San Esteban.

- And that means... - He's a dead man.

Did Amelia say anything else?

No, besides that everything seems correct.

Then we're on time, news are not that bad.

It's just... there's something I can't get out of my head.

How is it possible Lope de Vega isn't on the San Juan's crew list

but on the list of a ship that will sink?

That would mean whoever put him on that list

- knows which ships sink and which don't. - Yes.

But after the Undaunted predicament I can believe anything.

Tell me, have we detected any other time traveler to 1588?

No. And as you're well aware, the Ministry is an expert

in managing information from Philip II's age.

Yes, that was one of the Ministry's golden ages.

Maybe the only one.

Any problem?

Have you heard about the butterfly effect?

A simple butterfly's flap can change the world.

- Yes, it's part of the chaos theory. - And of chance, and of coincidence,

the Ministry's most dangerous enemies.

If the enemy is a person, they have a face and eyes

and you can recognize them and even chase them.

But chance and coincidence are invisible.

And what's worse,

unpredictable.

That's why they're so dangerous.

So, now we have two problems: finding Lope

- and avoiding you finding yourself. - It can't be me.

If I had not accepted Mister Ernesto's offer

I would have hanged the next day.

That would have been the end of Alonso de Entrerríos.

- It's not a common name. - It isn't, no.

- Could it be a relative? - I had two brothers,

- both of them died childless. - Maybe someone

- impersonating you? - Who would want to take the place

of a man condemned to death?

That lady was with me, so you can bugger off.

Who are you to tell me what to do?

- Someone will break you in two if... - Hey, careful.

Drinking disturbs the mind,

and for what I see, you must have come into this world...

inside a carafe of wine.

I repeat. This lady was with me.

Why would a queen accept by such a twisted monster be swept,

when she can have a king lying on her bed?

A guy who speaks in rhymes deserves the worst.

It's the "Orlando furioso", 28th canto.

- From Lope? - No, Ariosto,

but I doubt many soldiers can recite it from memory besides him.

Thank God, I thought I'd need to explain it to you.

- We have to save that fool? - Looks like it.

Alonso.

I'm going.

Put down your swords.

Leave it be. Don't do the work of the British.

- He deserves a lesson. - He deserves to get his tongue cut out,

but you don't deserve going to jail for him.

Let's go,

just in case I want to finish what you started.

You're Mister Félix Lope de Vega,

the great writer?

I don't know what surprises me more

if someone recognizing me

or seeing a lady like you in a den like this.

Let's find a table and talk.

Thank you.

I saw your play, "Las ferias de Madrid".

Ah, did you like it?

In the Villa you're considered the most promising author of the moment.

Wow.

And did your husband also enjoy my play?

No, I don't really like theater... I don't go much.

You don't know what you're missing.

Theater is...

the real reflection of the world.

It turns every man's dreams into reality,

whether rich or poor.

It makes people with miserable lives live unthinkable adventures.

Beautiful words.

What are you writing right now?

A play based on Angélica,

a character from "Orlando furioso".

"Why does it please thee so, perfidious lord,

two hearts should with a different measure beat?

Thou wilt not let me take the certain ford,

Dragging me where the stream is deep and fleet."

"Her I abandon who my love desires,

While she who hates, respect and love inspires."

Look, Lope, just a thing.

Are you trying to steal my wife away while I'm standing right here?

Julián, please.

Far from it, my friend.

We're just sharing our love.

For literature.

"I don't know if I'm right, what's right is I am here.

Others have died for less.

Different ways to live."

Husband of mine, Alonso isn't back yet. Why don't you go and find him?

Gentleman.

Góngora?

That Lope is a piece of work.

He's in the San Esteban.

Do you know Alonso de Entrerríos, from Seville? He's in you galleon.

Does he have this man's face?

This one, this one. Here, here, this one.

Does he?

This is not right.

I've never met a lady like you.

You can be sure of that.

You're beautiful and educated.

Allow me to share my last night with you before boarding.

I'm a married woman.

- Right. - Please, don't insist.

I need to go to that other tavern.

I don't believe in coincidences.

When I come back from England I quit.

Yes.

Enough of tempting fate.

I'll find a wife and properties.

Around my village, near Benavente.

I'll turn my life around, I'll be happy.

What are you doing?

It's his destiny. We have no right to change it.

I know how to keep Lope from boarding the San Esteban.

Some do have the right to change their destiny.

- I'm not sure this is a good idea. - I think it's simple and effective.

When we're alone, Alonso gets out of his hiding place and subdues him

- And we take him where? - Gil Pérez's ship.

We keep him there until the San Esteban sets sail.

I have chloroform.

I think that'll be the only way of making that guy shut up.

What do we know about the Alonso de Entrerríos of the San Esteban?

He's not our Alonso.

- Who is he, then? - I don't know.

- But I'm finding out right now. - Wait, I'll go with you.

This morning I spoke to myself. I've got experience on this.

- Better, just in case something strange happens. - Strange.

Aren't our lives strange enough already?

Yes. Who would believe me if I told them I just met Lope de Vega...

And if he knew he had just met a 21st century guy he'd freak out.

What are you looking at, you dolt?

Nothing, nothing.

We'll met in the Armada's storehouse at sunset.

- Where are you going? - Out for a walk. I've got time.

Shut your mouth!

Release that woman!

- Because you say so. - Lope.

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Alright. If you won't listen to me, you'll suffer the severity of my sword.

Leave if you don't want to perish.

Are you alright, my lady?

You're a far better playwright than stage director.

What do you mean?

I've seen this scene in one of your plays, line by line.

I just saved your life. How...

How can you doubt me? - It's time for you to stop playing.

You're not Ruggiero and I'm not Angélica.

And there's nothing you need to save me from, believe me.

And for next time, hire better comedic actors.

I've never seen a woman as sharp as you.

The Galician's Tavern is the Ritz compared to this.

Why all the spitting,

they're like footballers. - Don't get distracted.

We have something to do.

Let's talk to that young man.

It's a hunch.

Are you Alonso de Entrerríos?

Yes.

Can we sit down with you?

- Why do I have the honor? - We have friends in common.

- You sail on the San Esteban? - Yes, in a few hours.

- Can I ask you what you are looking for? - We do not want

any Spanish soldier drinking alone before leaving.

- You didn't tell me your names. - I'm Julián Martínez, from Madrid.

And you?

Diego Alatriste.

You're very young. Have you fought before?

No, I haven't yet, but I'm already a man.

Besides, what better christening than the Great and Most Happy Navy?

It's time to fight.

It's time for glory.

Excuse me for not toasting. I need to get some fresh air.

We have been drinking for a while and my friend has a weak bladder.

Do you fight in the Armada?

No, my days of fighting are gone.

Then you were a soldier, you look like it.

- Where did you serve? - It was a long time ago.

It is not worth remembering.

A soldier always remembers his deeds.

Don't be humble and tell me where you fought for our king.

I was in a lot of places. I was in the Tercios.

I was in Flandes, in Sicily.

Really? So did my father.

But you're too young. You wouldn't know him.

How was your father called?

Same as me,

Alonso de Entrerríos.

Any relation to you?

- No. - Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You see them so young, so full of life...

And knowing what will happen to them...

- They'll die for nothing. - That's war.

It's cold and dirty and disgusting.

And you kill or you die or sometimes both.

And if you survive,

you see your brothers-in-arms die

And the dirt gets in your eyes and you shit yourself.

And you call for your mother the same way you called her when you were a scared kid.

Look, you don't need to convince of anything.

I was a conscientious objector for the Red Cross.

I beg your pardon.

We'll meet at Gil Pérez's later.

Located. She crossed a gate,

- number 615. - Thank you.

- Any problem? - No, no, just routine.

Right.

How's Angustias? - Better, it seems.

But I told her to stay away from here until she's completely recovered.

Is something wrong?

I'm worried about Amelia and her patrol.

They haven't called again and the Armada is just about to sail in 1588.

Let's let them work in peace.

Besides, Gil Pérez is one of the Ministry's old glories.

If something had happened, he would tell us.

What will happen if Lope doesn't board the San Esteban?

- Nothing, he'll be condemned to death. - Ah, good thing it's nothing.

Don't worry, nothing will come out of it.

They will commute the sentence if he enlists on any other ship.

There are many sentences to death,

not as many executions.

Spain is involved in too many wars

and we need men.

Most of those men will die.

Cannon fodder.

That's History for you,

war, death and losses.

But you must never tell that to the children.

I must leave.

I need to check on the ships which set sail at dawn.

If you don't mind, I'll stay here until my partners come back...

Which they should've by now, actually.

Is everything alright? - Yes, everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

You're back.

I needed to talk to you, I was not completely honest with you before.

I knew your father.

I was a very good friend of his.

I met your mother too. Her name is Blanca, right?

Why didn't you say something?

Because I'm not a man of memories.

Yes, in fact, I think I've seen you before.

I doubt it.

The last time I saw your mother you had not been born yet.

You said you had fought at my father's side.

Were you there when he died?

My mother told me he died fighting for his country and his king.

She said that even badly injured, he felled ten enemies before dying.

You confirm it?

I'm proud of my father.

That's why I want to be a soldier like he was,

brave until death.

How did Blanca manage after your father's death?

Fine. She remarried.

Was she happy?

As happy as you can be when the man you love has died.

She never forgot my father.

You know what hurts the most?

That my father's not alive to see me now.

Tell me about him, I beg of you.

I could tell so many stories...

What are you waiting for?

For the bartender to bring wine.

There are many things to tell and my throat is dry.

A jug of wine. No, better, two.

But, who could truly be free of this habit,

being of opposite and differing nature, when he's already resigned himself to it?

If you can find, by chance, by God, by fortune,

if there is any trace of my reason left

all these contradictions have made it unsure".

You know the great Garcilaso's sonnets.

You're an astonishing woman,

not to mention beautiful.

But tell me about you.

Why did you enlist?

Why?

Because a man, if he wants to call himself that

has to fight for his country's glory.

I just regret not sailing on the San Juan.

It's a saint I'm particularly devoted to.

Sailing on a ship with his name was supposed to give me luck.

Why aren't you sailing on it?

The fate's design.

A strong storm prevented me from enlisting on time.

I almost couldn't leave Badajoz, it was raining so hard.

Your eyes are corals.

Your breasts, chiseled from the marble of the gods.

By God, what beautiful things you say.

Keep going.

Don't stop.

It was terrible night.

It was pouring down, I had to dodge lightning bolts...

Goddess of my senses.

I desire you.

- I desire you. - And I you.

Keep going.

- Keep going. - I desire you.

I desire you.

You bastard, what are you doing to my daughter?

Jumping to conclusions would be premature. It's... not what it looks like, that I assure.

You speaking rhymes to me?

God.

I ran to catch her on time, but when I arrived

the San Juan was full already.

I finally enlisted in the San Esteban.

I trust this saint to protect me.

Me, and all these men.

They're all looking for a love to bid farewell to.

And it looks like your friend hasn't forgotten you.

Let her seethe.

I beg of you, I'm married.

Amelia, I leave in a few hours.

And maybe I'll die,

serving the country and the Holy Mother Church.

Don't lose hope. I'm sure you will survive.

Ah, you're a seer.

- I like your prediction. - No, I...

Amelia,

when one leaves for war,

he knows he has an appointment with Death,

and sometimes you can't avoid it.

But I don't fear death, Amelia.

No, I fear dying before I could love you.

I want you to share this night with me.

So when the Reaper comes for me

on cold foreign waters,

he'll find me happy,

with a smile on my lips, because...

I will have...

known you.

- Yes? - Julián, is everything alright back there?

Eh... yes, good, everything's fine.

We'll settle everything tonight, don't worry.

We were just leaving to meet Lope.

Be careful.

See you.

So? How's it going?

He says it's fine, but I don't believe him. He was obviously nervous.

Well, you don't travel to the 16th century every day...

If any of you has something to say, say it.

With all due respect, sir, I think we should come to their aid.

No. I trust them.

If the mountain won't come to Muhammad then Muhammad must go to the mountain.

Have you seen my wife?

- Why should I've seen her? - You served us wine just today.

You know how many people I've served wine to these days?

We found the Galician of the tavern.

Yes, I procure her, yes.

Thank you.

Fucking great.

What are you telling? Don't want no problems in my tavern.

Corals.

Your breasts...

chiseled from the marble of the gods.

- Who is it? - Room service, y'alls.

What is "room service y'alls"?

What's hanging from my balls.

You're not the only one who can speak in rhymes.

What do you think you're doing, Amelia?

You have no saying in my life.

- No saying? - Well,

- he is still your husband. - Yes, and a very angry husband

who will break your face unless you shut up.

I warn, you shouldn't be foolish.

You're in front of a man who knows prison and its hardships,

who knows how to handle a sword,

who has fought, injured

and killed in battle for Spain.

Yeah, but you've never been to a billiard hall in Carabanchel.

What did you do?

What were you doing, Amelia?

We said to meet a Gil Pérez's and neither you nor Alonso show up.

Yes, I'm sorry, but you needn't hit him.

We had to leave him unconscious, right? I'm saving chloroform.

You may be from the 21st century,

but you're just as sexist as men I know from the 19th.

Sexist? Me?

That's funny. What about him? This guy abducted his wife

and he'll have 14 kids from half a dozen of different women.

I don't know how he wrote so much, if he was too busy fucking.

- It was another time. - A bastard is a bastard

in the 21st century, and the 16th, and so is naive girl.

You're calling me naive?

- Me? Are you? - Yes, you, Amelia

I'm calling you naive.

Get pregnant, come on, do it, let's see how you explain that.

No, the father is Lope de Vega. C'mon.

You say that in your age, you go to a convent

and if you say that in mine, to a mental hospital

Look, Amelia,

if there's something I've learned in these past couple of time travels

is that you women have changed for the better,

but we guys still want basically the same thing

whether his name is Lope de Vega or Paco Domínguez.

- Who is Paco Domínguez? - A highschool classmate

who always got all the girls. He was my idol, actually.

Fuck.

- Does it hurt? - A bit, yeah.

C'mon, let's get the shining star to a safe place.

Let's see.

Gil Pérez. No, no change of plan.

We're coming, with Lope.

See you.

Who is this?

I know who he is, and I fear the worst.

What does it say?

"Do not worry, there will be an Alonso de Entrerríos aboard the San Esteban."

He lied to me. Alonso lied to me.

What's going on here?

May I introduce you to the other Alonso de Entrerríos, the young one, son of our Alonso.

We found him at Port's Tavern and we talked to him

and Alonso swore to me he didn't know him.

We can't let Alonso on that ship. He would die.

You don't mind breaking the Ministry's rules?

He's our partner, and he's his son.

And the bosses don't need to know about this.

You don't know how happy those words make me.

And you?

Ah, no, no. I'm like those three little monkeys.

I hear no evil, I see no evil, I speak no evil.

My lips are sealed.

What our you doing?

Making sure he sleeps through the night.

Just in case, put on the lock on the gate,

we don't want him waking up, appearing on the 21st century

and end up writing musicals.

How's that cold, Angustias?

Come on. Show me what's on that bag.

- No. - Please.

This will stay between you and me, but you know I can't allow you

bringing anything of value from your age

You want to see what I brought?

Here you go.

What's this?

What's all this?

Keepsakes of the man I loved.

For me, there's nothing more valuable than this.

Are you sure he'll be here?

Look, there.

Alonso.

Leave me alone.

If you are here to lecture me, you can head right back to where you came from.

- Alonso. - Leave me alone.

Going by the dates, my wife knew she was pregnant

when I was to be executed.

She wanted to tell me.

I want you to do something for me.

Anything.

Move on with your life.

Alonso.

Forget me, I beg of you.

It won't be easy.

She wanted to tell me she was pregnant and she kept quiet.

She kept quiet so I would not die with the sorrow...

of knowing I would never meet my son.

And now that I have met him,

my son is going to die without knowing he has met his father.

You don't have to do this.

- Yes, there are other ways. - No, there are not.

I'm not leaving Blanca alone.

She lost me already. I will not let her lose her son.

He's a kid.

He got drunk with one glass of wine.

How many have you drunk?

A lot more.

My wife told him I was killed in battle.

Not...

Not executed for disobeying orders.

My son thinks I am a hero.

- We know you are one. - How could I be a hero?

These men are true heroes, heroes that will die,

heroes that will die, and no one will know about it.

And we came here to save that bastard Lope?

Does he deserve it, even if his writing is so good?

And if he deserves it, why does not my son deserve it?

You get now why I call my wife?

I'm a soldier, and soldiers obey orders.

History says an Alonso de Entrerríos has to die,

then he will die.

- My action will not change History. - You obey orders?

Obey this one: I order you to come with us.

- Never. - I'm your superior.

Explains Spain's situation.

Women ordering men around.

Such a foolish notion.

What a mess.

Sometimes I want to hit him with a chair.

That's a good idea.

Fuck, I hadn't fought with anyone since I was a kid.

And tonight it's been twice already.

- There, we're done. - You think so?

You attacked a Spanish soldier from behind.

That's not fighting with honor.

I need two men to help us bringing him to his ship.

- Me. - Out of the way, idiot.

- I'll do it. - Over my dead body.

This is Spain, you see?

Talk a lot about honor, but if there's money involved...

Come on.

If we have to wait for them to actually help us...

Cooome on, come on.

Let's go.

I gave him the hat.

He looked so handsome with it.

This cologne is the one he always wore.

So I can remember how he smelled like.

I'm very sorry, Angustias.

I should have trusted you.

- My husband was a Ministry's agent. - Yes, I know.

- A very good one. - That he was.

He was barely home.

I thought he was...

a custodian at Governance. He never told me about the Ministry.

But one day he forgot his lunch and I followed him.

Security measures were worse back then.

And I found out he traveled through time.

I was stunned.

But I was even more stunned

when I found out he had two more wives

One in the 16th century, in Cartagena de Indias,

and other in 1789, in Zaragoza.

- He had a lot going on. - Wow.

Mister Salvador found out.

He must have taken pity on me and I joined in 2005.

And I never saw my husband again.

Later I found out he dies alone,

sick, in our home.

I'm really sorry.

I never forgave him for cheating on me.

I was a secretary, that was a big deal in 1900.

And I quit to stay at home.

Later, as time went by,

I felt bad thinking about him being alone,

with no one to take care of him in his last moments.

Now my conscience is clear.

- Here. - Thank you.

I think I need to get some fresh air.

Are you feeling better, Angustias?

Enough to come to work at this time of the night?

Yes, I'm better.

Well.

Looks like a lost a bet again.

No, you didn't lose.

Angustias just had a cold.

They sailed without me.

- What time is it? - It's noon already.

- My ship must have sailed already. - Then you know what's in store for you.

I don't care about death, I care about not being a son worthy of my father.

Where are we?

Gil Pérez's cabin.

It is morning.

Did the San Esteban sail already?

Four hours ago.

- Was my son aboard? - No.

If he gets caught he will die all the same and without honor.

Don't worry.

Gil Pérez is lending us a hand.

Your son will sail tomorrow on the San Juan with our friend Lope.

No Alonso de Entrerríos will die fighting with the Invincible Armada.

- But History says one has to die. - Yeah.

I don't know if we've changed History with this or not...

but if I'm to be honest, I don't give a damn.

What about Amelia?

She was the first to say we had to save your son.

- Is that true? - It is.

So you can stop complaining about women being in charge,

I never complained. When did I complain?

Last night you did. No way to get you back to your senses.

- I don't remember a thing. - I'm not surprised.

You drank half the tavern.

My back feels like I've been hit with a sword.

That was me.

I hit you with a stool. There was no other way.

Here.

Take this. You'll feel better.

Thank you.

For everything.

You're welcome.

Besides, we can't only save celebrities like Lope de Vega, right?

Death penalty.

No.

Commutable if you enlist in another ship, like the San Juan,

- which sails tomorrow at this same hour. - Fate is obstinate.

I was to enlist in the San Juan, but the list was full.

A tavern brawl has opened up some posts.

- Do you accept? - Of course.

Of course I do. You take me for a fool?

Can I... retire?

Wait there for a minute.

- Alonso de Entrerríos, right? - Yes, sir.

- Death penalty. - No.

Death penalty commutable if you enlist in another ship,

like the San Juan, which sails tomorrow at this same hour.

- Thank you, sir, thank you. - Enough, enough.

Don't be such a flatterer.

In addition, I have an order you have to fulfill.

- Anything. - You see that man?

Don't ever leave his side.

He must come aboard the San Juan like you, whatever the cost.

If you don't succeed,

not even the king will save you from the executioner.

I swear I won't fail you.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Alonso de Entrerríos, from Seville.

Félix Lope de Vega, from Madrid.

- Shall we go aboard the San Juan? - Let's.

But... wait.

Before that... we could go to a place.

Right? A place where the wine is excellent and the women...

- look like angels straight from Heaven. - You're not setting a foot in any tavern.

I can assure you that.

Orders. We need to go straight to the ship.

Your choice whether you want to get on it

walking or dragged after a good punch.

I will rather walk.

You like theater?

Not at all.

Such a good start.

- Thank you for everything. - No need.

I wish I could save more lives,

seeing as so many will be lost in this age.

Can we leave already? I can't stand being on a ship.

Send my greetings to Ernesto.

- You know him? - Oh, for the longest time.

- Yeah? Then just a question, you wouldn't know...

What time is Ernesto from.

That.

There are two questions in the Ministry no one knows the answer to.

One is Ernesto's origin.

And the other?

Why Di Stéfano played for Real Madrid

if he had signed up for Barcelona.

Have a safe travel.

- You've done a great job. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Don't worry.

No one will know about your son.

Thank you.

If we don't help each other, with how bad things are,

let's call it quits.

If you ever need anything, no matter how small

You will have me on your side.

Watch the skull.

Sir.

Can I ask you a favor?

You had a book of the gates, right?

- It's OK. - Hurry up.

We have to report back to the bosses and I'm dying to get home.

Thank you.

So, you don't have anything else to tell me?

- No, sir. - Nothing.

No, sir. Like we said, Lope de Vega is safe.

But with his personality, I don't know if he'll make it to an old age.

He will. If he doesn't, we'll need to act again.

If that happens, please, send someone else. He's insufferable,

arrogant, a womanizer... - No need to exaggerate.

Very good, you can leave.

- They're hiding something. - I agree.

Did Gil Pérez file any complaint about how they handled the issue?

No, quite the opposite.

I was chatting with him and he says everything is correct,

- that they're an exceptional patrol. Well then, case closed.

Shall we go?

- Sir, can I ask you a thing? - Of course.

You don't believe those three are hiding something?

I'm sure of it.

But, who in this Ministry isn't hiding something?

Yes?

Hi, dear. Are you alone?

Who'd I be with, idiot-ope?

Well,

there's that anonymous lover that keeps calling you, I don't know...

- How are you? - Fine, fine. I'm fine.

Not much work this evening.

Tell me, how did your morning go?

Atapuerca again.

I hate this job.

- Alonso de Entrerríos? - Who calls me?

Come here.

You need to grip the sword better.

Like this. Do not rise the handle so much and work on your defense.

OK?

You know how to swim? - No.

Then you need to learn, without fail.

How is your mother?

Fine.

Why are you asking me so many things?

Because I'm a curious man.

Here. Take this to your mother.

From who do I tell her the gift is?

A friend of the family.

Come on. Take it to her, then you can come back and play.

Come on.

Yes, in fact, I think

I've seen you before.

En 1940 Hitler met with Franco in Hendaye

to negotiate Spain's entry into WWII,

war that our country did not join in the end.

Spain was drowning in poverty.

We know all that. What's the problem?

We've received a warning from 1940.

I know how to travel through time.

- Bad news? - The worst.

- Where were you? - We were outside,

- waiting for our comrades to arrive. - If they're not back from France

- it's because they're dead. - Urgent call from the Ministry,

I repeat, urgent call from the Ministry.

- Juan, we're leaving but we'll come back. Come back where?

Someone wants to rewrite our history and we can't allow that.

Every school in Spain teaches German.

Speaking German is essential for the future of our youth.

The Ministry is lying to you, Amelia.

Preserving the past?

When we finish the mission,

we come back and we find out what happened to your family.

I don't know if I want to know, Julián.

There's one time gate here, just one.

I can show you hundreds.

Traitor.

You have to prevent Spain from entering the WWII.

Spanish version synchronized and corrected by Chitorafa Translated by yunhaiiro