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This is an outrage.

The inspector is asking for the VAT's bill
of a purchase of doublets.

Does this man not know there was
no VAT in the 16th century?

He's new.
He'll get used to it.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Alright. Bring him to my office.

Is something wrong, boss?

There's a guy at the door with
a court summons addressed to me

as the maximum authority
of the Ministry.

That's not possible.

This Ministry is a state secret.

Yeah.

That's what I thought too.

Spanish version synchronized and corrected
by Chitorafa Translated by yunhaiiro

Negotiations in time

So you're Mister Aaron Stein.

What's your business here?

I'm here to defend the interests

of the direct descendants
of the rabbi Abraham Levi,

author of the Book of the Gates.

Rings a bell, doesn't it?

Rings a bell.

Don't play with me, please.

The Book of the Gates is the
origin of this Ministry.

And how do you know so much

about this Ministry?

I have very good contacts,

in my country and in yours.

Can I continue?

Abraham Levi handed over the book
to the Queen Isabella of Castile.

In exchange for protection.

I think you know the story.

Yes, I do.

What do you want from me, Abraham?

Protection for my family.

In exchange, I offer you my life's work,

The Book of the Gates.

Part of it burned.

I saved it from the synagogue's fire.

I only see scribbles and numbers.

They're codes, for the time gates.

Thanks to them you can
travel through time.

- That's impossible.
- It isn't.

In your right hand

you have a faint scar.

You got it the first time
you fired a bow.

It was in Aranda,
and you were barely 9 years old.

No one knows about that.

You cried when you saw
your injured hand.

Someone was passing by...

and healed your hand

with an ointment
of dyers' bugloss.

- That was you?
- Yes.

But you were the same age
as you are now...

and it's been 30 years.

That's magic.

Science ahead of its time
is always called magic.

I offer you being
the Queen of Time

and I only ask for a trifle,

will you protect my family?

The queen promised
she would protect him,

him and his family.

However, she failed
to fulfill her obligation...

and the Holy Inquisition
condemned him to the stake.

I see you're well informed.

But allow me one question.

Why this report, now?

Documents previously unknown
have been discovered,

like the letter of protection
signed by the Queen herself

and the sentence of
the Inquisition's tribunal.

You'll understand why
my clients want justice.

But it's been five centuries.

Even a first-year Law student

would know this is
an unprosecutable case.

Five centuries is also
too much time

to keep a secret as big
as this Ministry.

Don't you think?

You're...

not looking for justice.

You're looking for money, right?

100 million dollars

and the immediate return of
the Book to Mister Levi's heirs.

100 million dollars for
irreversible damage to a person.

Isn't that a lot of money?

We're not talking about a person.

We're talking about a secret.

How much would the
US government have payed

for keeping WikiLeaks under wraps?

As you can see on the summons,

there are 5 days left
until we meet in the court.

That's the time you have
for giving me an answer.

And if I don't give you one?

The next day this Ministry
will stop being a secret.

Five days, not one more.

And today's the first of five.

Angustias, call Amelia
and her patrol immediately.

- You gave them time off two days ago.
- They're back to work. Now.

Your parents, your husband
and your daughter

What happened to my parents?

Who was my husband?

Where is my daughter...?

How many times have I told you
to knock before entering?

I was just bringing you
these flowers.

The Nadal's scion sent them.

His mother invited us
to lunch tomorrow.

I can't, I'm busy.

Leave the flowers wherever.

Where are you going?

The library.

Child, life is more
than reading books.

I know, mother.

I learned that reading.

Two days off.
What a scam.

Yes, in my age
discharges lasted longer.

- How're you doing?
- Fine.

Time off with my family,
that's all.

I wish I could spend time off
with my family,

but the dead don't have families.

And what do you do
when you go back?

I didn't go back this time.

But, I beg of you,
don't tell anyone, please.

But it's forbidden.
We must all go back to our time

- when we're not on a mission.
- C'mon, he broke

the rules for once.

And what have you been doing?

Studying this time.

It's fascinating.

And what did you do?

I'm taking photographs again,
I had stopped for a while.

I'm glad. That means
you're getting over Maite.

100 million dollars.

If we don't even have enough
to buy light bulbs because of the cuts.

Doesn't matter how much
they ask for, we're not paying.

And what are we going to do?

You have to travel to 1491
to save the rabbi from the stake.

Then they won't have
anything to reclaim.

Isn't that breaking
the Ministry's rules?

This is an extreme situation.

I assure you I don't intend
to go down in History

as the one who was running the
Ministry of Time the day it shut down.

Well then, what are we waiting for?

It's not that easy.

- Ernesto, please.
- Yes.

In this mission we have
three problems to keep in mind.

Problem number one: the only gate
that leads to Toledo in 1491

is gate 148

and leads to the same day of the
execution, that is, May 12th.

And there's not another
gate in that year?

The closest gate leads to 1486.

That means we would

need to remain there
around five years

until the moment came.

Which leads us
to the second problem:

gate 148 is stuck in an infinite time loop.

Meaning every time you go through
you're in the same day.

So, like a medieval Groundhog Day.

- You perfectly understood the concept.
- I didn't.

That means you have to come back
on that same day.

After 24 hours the gates closes

and you'd be stuck in the past

until you could find
a time gate close by,

and that would mean waiting until 1500.

That means...

You'll have to travel at dawn
so you can make the most of daylight,

because another of your problems

is that the exit gate is in Illescas,
40 km. away from Toledo.

That distance on horseback means...

two hours of travel to get there,
and two hours to get back,

and that's having good horses.

- We'll need reinforcements.
- I've thought about that.

Angustias, is Mister Manuel here?

Yes, sir. Late, as always.

- Let him in.
- Mister Manuel, Mister Manuel.

His name is of a great soldier.

Where... where did he fight?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you
to Mister Manuel López Castillejo,

expert in Medieval Law.

Excuse me, lately I've been
getting the gates

all confused.

With all due respect,

the rabbi will be heavily guarded.

We need soldiers, not pettifoggers.

I don't want fights, Alonso.
I want to win the trial.

The plan is as follows.

Daybreak was at 7:43 that day.

At that time, they picked up
the rabbi to bring him to trial.

Get up, pig!

First thing will be
neutralizing Beltrán de Montilla,

the rabbi's defense attorney.

That's the one I'll replace, right?

Exactly, that one.

- Good morning.
- Huh?

Are you monsignor Beltrán de Montilla?

The very one.

- Have we met?
- Yes,

just now.

Get down from the donkey,
if you please.

I'm not carrying
anything of value.

Don't hurt me.

Just as much as necessary.

- You can dress yourself in his clothes.
- Brutal.

I'm sorry. I suppose
you don't like violence.

Actually, when I'm
on a trial, there are a lot

of times when I'd do the same.

Scoundrel!

Heathen!

- Heresiarch!
- Get out!

- Infidel!
- Get out, to the stake!

- Pig!
- Demon!

- To the stake!
- Die, heathen!

- Nice atmosphere.
- To the stake!

Heathen!

That woman must be
the rabbi's wife.

Out, to the stake, pig!

I don't understand how people
can enjoy this kind of thing.

- Infidel!
- Human beings have always enjoyed

someone else's misery.

If not, the Roman circus wouldn't
have existed, or the autos-de-fé...

- or tabloids...
- Or what?

Nothing.

Done. Now we're in
the old man's hands.

- Jew!
- The "old man"

is the biggest expert in
Medieval History in Spain.

I can attest it.
He's a faculty teacher at my university.

- To the stake!
- Burn him to death!

Out, out!

Mangy dog!

- To the stake!
- Out!

All rise. Introducing
His Excellency the Inquisitor General

Mister Tomás de Torquemada.

Torquemada, a big deal.

- Look.
- It can't be.

It certainly looks like it.

Receive the signal of the cross
from which you strayed

and which you have denied.

So, what do you think?

Our daughter has
an admirable imagination.

And a very good writing style.

You're so calm.

The girl is deranged.

Traveling through time...

- I've never seen something so foolish.
- It's just literature, woman.

Don't be a drama queen.

Amelia, a novelist.

By God, where did we go wrong?

This heathen

is accused of judaizing
in secret and blasphemy.

He was heard saying:
"The great Inquisitor

is a dog among men."

Who is the accuser?

He should be here to declare.

The accuser's name
is always kept secret.

You know that well.

Or are you doubting
this holy tribunal?

There no power on Earth
that compares to this holy tribunal,

but there's also no power in heaven

that compares to
the power of forgiveness.

Who said that?

The Bible, monsignor.

"Pardon your neighbor
any wrongs done to you,

and your sins will be forgiven".

Monsignor, may I remind you your role

is to advise the heathen
to confess and heal his soul.

Don't change subject.

And I remind you

the life of a man is at stake.

"If evil-doers are condemned to death,

much more reason is there for condemning
heretics", St. Thomas Aquinas.

"Condemn not,
and you shall not be condemned",

Luke, chapter sixth, verse 36.

"Use against heretics
the sword of excommunication,

and if this does not prove effective, use the
sword of iron", said the Pope Innocent III.

"For if you forgive men
their trespasses,

your heavenly Father
will also forgive you."

Matthew, chapter sixth, verse 14.

"The Father of the Jews is not God,
but the Devil", St. Cyprian.

Not even God could win this trial.
And I'm the one saying that.

Do you have anything else
to say in defense of this Jew?

Yes. I recuse this tribunal
because one of its members

has declared to be
a mortal enemy of the accused.

In this year-old letter

monsignor Torquemada
already described the prisoner

as an "infamous enemy of Christianity".

And I recuse you!

A recusation worth double,
coming from me,

being who I am.

And keep quiet or
you'll be the next.

By the authority the
Holy Church grants me,

I, Tomás de Torquemada,

sentence this man
to death at the stake.

We've learned something:

you can't win a trial
against the Inquisition

- using their own means.
- Don't be disheartened.

- You did what you could.
- Are you sure of that?

If you have something
to tell me, go ahead.

Where's Ernesto?

On a mission in the 70's.

Not much, paperwork. Why?

Stop messing around, please.

You don't know Ernesto looks pretty
similar to that bastard of Torquemada?

Not similar. They're identical.

Is that why his origin is
shrouded in mystery?

In this Ministry no one's forced to tell
who they are or where they come from.

Besides, there are similar
people across all ages.

Now I remember...
On a mission in the 19th century

we found an organ grinder
exactly like Bertín Osborne. Right?

Do you know what I really hate?

People taking me for an idiot.

- Julián...
- No, leave him.

He'll get over it.

Right, tomorrow you'll go back
with a new plan

and no one will dare attack you.

We'll bring reinforcements.

That won't be necessary.

You'll be emissaries from
the Pope of Rome himself.

- Hello, mother. Father.
- Hello, Amelia.

- It's late.
- Yes.

- I'm going to get changed.
- No, wait, come here.

Come here.

- How was your day?
- Fine.

Fine, studying at the library.

I talked to Ana María Nadal.

Since we couldn't go to lunch,

I've told her we'll join them
for supper on Thursday.

Joan, her eldest son, will be there.
He's charming.

Mother, don't insist. I have
more important things to do.

Right, like going
to the library, isn't it?

Look, Amelia, you can't
fool your mother.

What do you mean?

- You didn't go to the library.
- You're spying on me?

- I've been there this afternoon, and you weren't.
- Stop.

If you're not telling her, I am.

Telling me what?

Why do you waste your time
writing these absurdities?

This is personal.
You had no right to read it.

Tomorrow you'll go to the
Nadal's house for supper.

- I've already told the mother.
- No.

Child, look. The Nadal's eldest is
an educated and polite man.

At least get to know him.

Then your mother will
leave us alone for a while.

But I... I can't.

- Why?
- Because... be-

Because I have an admirer.

That's why I wasn't in the library.

You have a suitor...

and you hadn't told your mother?

He's a university student,
I imagine.

Why don't you invite him
for dinner tomorrow?

So we can meet him.

Yes, of course.

You lied to your parents.
You're in big trouble, then.

I spoke without thinking.
I don't know what to do.

Tell them the truth.
It's for the best.

If I do that, they won't leave me alone.
My mother is spying on me.

You don't know how stubborn she is.

She could even find out
about the gate I use to come here.

Then you could bring home a fake boyfriend.

What a terrible idea.

A big lie can only be covered
by an even bigger lie.

It's a great idea,

but where do I find a fake boyfriend?

No fucking way.

No. Don't insist.
I won't be a fake boyfriend.

Besides, it's your idea, right?
Why don't you go?

You speak better than me. I could say
a 16th century word by accident.

- That wouldn't work.
- Don't worry. I'll handle this myself,

- as always.
- Everything alright?

Everything's fine. We're going to the
Middle Ages to say hi to Torquemada,

so much fun.

Here. Let's see if we can get
a pardon with the Pope's help.

- It looks real.
- Let's hope Torquemada agrees.

Good luck.

Get up, pig!

- Burn him!
- To the stake with him!

Heathen!

- Heresiarch!
- Get out!

- Infidel!
- Get out, to the stake!

Look, everything's repeats as yesterday.

Now they pick up the kid.

Pig!

- And they don't notice?
- No.

We only notice because
we come from out of time.

At least the rabbi doesn't notice either.

It must be terrible,
the day of your death repeating eternally.

Fuck everything!
Mangy dog!

- You should've seen that coming.
- Out!

This heathen

is accused of judaizing
in secret and blasphemy.

He was heard saying:
"The great Inquisitor

is a dog among men."

Do you recognize those words?

Silence means consent.

And like Innocent III said,

"Use against heretics
the sword of excommunication,

and if this does not prove effective,
use the sword of iron".

Does the defense have anything to say?

Only that forgiving the guilty
would be unfair for the innocents.

As St. Thomas Aquinas said,

"If evil-doers are condemned to death,

much more reason is there
for condemning heretics".

Who dares interrupt this service?

Your lordships, monsignor.

We rode for many days without rest.

Exhausted and dirty
from the road's dust,

we come from the Holy See
with a high mission.

- How am I doing so far?
- Get to the point.

We bring a papal bull
for the prisoner's absolution.

The seal looks authentic.

You doubt us?

Because that would be
doubting the Pope himself.

No, no, God deliver me, no.

But...

I find this a bit strange.

His Holiness has been
lying in bed for weeks,

waiting for his time to come.

A bull is a bull.

Not if someone
forced him to sign it.

The Holy Office will
confirm its authenticity.

Until then, you can retire.
We need to finish the trial.

If you don't heed this bull,
you'll burn in Hell.

You're not the one
who decides who burns in Hell.

And are you?

No.

I only decide who burns here.

By the authority the
Holy Church grants me,

I, Tomás de Torquemada,

sentence this man
to death at the stake.

That son of a b... He believes himself
to be more than the Pope of Rome!

No, more than God.

There's one thing I don't understand.

If the Queen promised
to protect the rabbi,

why did Torquemada dare
to disobey the Queen?

Back then, Isabella only had
the conquest of Granada in mind.

Everything else was halted,

negotiations with Columbus,

study of the Book of the Gates...

Maybe she doesn't know
what's happening.

We'll have to tell her, then,
because we only have two days left.

But will the Queen be in Toledo?
Court was itinerant.

Exactly.

Angustias?

Yes, boss?

We need to know where
Isabella of Castile was

on May 12th, 1491.

I'm on it.

Got it, boss.
Queen Isabella was in Toledo,

- but she left at noon for Granada.
- Thank you.

You know what we have to do.

Tomorrow you're not going
to a procession.

You'll meet the Queen
before she departs.

Now go and rest.

A question I'm...

Where's Ernesto?

Go and rest.

Leave Ernesto to me.

Can I talk to you?

I don't know who you are,
or where you're from,

but your resemblance to Torquemada
is excessive, uncanny.

God forgive my next words, but...

I have never had
much love for Jews,

but here I am, risking my life
to save the rabbi's.

And you know why?

Because I'm a soldier
ready to die for his cause.

I've risked my life many more
times than you for this Ministry.

I am sure of it.

What I do not understand
is why you do not risk it now.

Am I dressed for the occasion?

- You're coming to dinner?
- Yes.

I guess dining with
your parents will be nicer

than seeing Torquemada.

And at least this gate
isn't in a loop.

No, my mother is in a loop.

I've thought up a story
about how we met,

- in case your parents ask.
- Tell me.

Let's see. We met at the university.

I had a mouse in a box to dissect.

- OK.
- The mouse escaped

and you saw it
and almost fainted.

If you want my parents to believe you
you'll need to change the end.

I didn't faint.

I caught it.

That's the wine glass.

Woman, leave him be.

- It's nerves.
- Sorry.

- Nerves, or lack of habit.
- Mother, please.

What do you think about the alternation
in power between Cánovas and Sagasta?

Eh... Great. I think it's great.

And about the situation in Cuba?

Not so great.

I think it's about time
I stopped acting.

I come from a humble family,
and I'm proud of it.

Nobody has given me
anything for free.

But I can treat a sick man much better

than some men than can tell
a wine glass from a water one,

- I assure you.
- You love my daughter Amelia?

Of course I love her.
I'm here, dining with you.

And what do you like the most about her?

Amelia is intelligent and funny.

And pretty, very pretty.

But what I like the most about her
is that she's decided to go to university

when most women are only
their husbands' shadows.

Made for each other, no doubt.

Let's not rush things.

My daughter is almost a child

and you're a grown man.

And attractive.

I'm sure she's not your first conquest.

No, she's not. I'm a widower.

- And how did your wife die?
- That's enough.

She died in an accident,

hit by... by a carriage.

Every day, when I wake up,
I ask myself why life is so unfair.

I still cry when I remember her.

I believe that is love,

knowing that without the person you love...

you die faster.

And...

you hope for a miracle,
even if you don't believe in them.

Until suddenly it happens
and you find someone

with whom every day is an adventure.

"Collons".

I'd better leave, but first
I have one piece of advise for you.

You lived your life.

Let your daughter live hers.

Get up, pig!

How was dinner?

- Bad.
- Good.

Well, one of you is lying.

The Queen is waiting for you.

Your Majesty,
the Holy Father's emissaries.

I welcome you to the court.

May I introduce to cardinal Cisneros,
who has my complete trust,

specially in religious affairs.

I swear I know her from somewhere.

- You have news from Rome?
- We do, Your Excellency.

How is the Supreme Pontiff?

Weak of body, but awake of mind.

We hope the Lord will
take His time to call him to His side.

We pray so.

And so, what is the purpose of your visit?

The Holy See asks for the absolution

of Mister Andrés de Luis.

You knew him as rabbi Abraham Levi.

Absolution?

Does he need it?

What is this?

Abraham Levi is under my protection.

- You knew about this?
- No, Your Majesty.

And my husband?

- Take it to monsignor Torquemada.
- He won't receive us, milady.

Maybe if Your Majesty is
the one to give it to him...

Impossible. The Queen departs
immediately for Granada.

I will handwrite a letter before departing.

Someone of my complete
trust will deliver it.

You can leave.
I'll handle everything.

How many times have I said
not to do anything without my consent?

What a character.

A woman needs that and more
to sit on the throne.

- As long as she writes the letter on time...
- Your husband...

I am the Queen of Castile,
not my husband!

- "Heathen!"
- Heathen!

- "Infidel!"
- Infidel!

- Leper!
- Demon!

Die, heathen!

- "Pig!"
- Pig!

- To the stake!
- Die, heathen!

Mangy dog! I wasn't in the same place!

- Out!
- Out!

Destiny. Some things you can't change.

With his pure hands

Jesus overthrew the usurers' tables

and with a scourge of small cords

He drove out the oxen,
whose feces desecrated the temple.

Jesus said unto those merchants:
“Take these things hence, Jews!

Make not My Father’s house
a house of merchandise!”

It's not customary,
the Inquisitor General

speaking up in a auto-de-fé,

but my desire to defend
Our Lord and the Holy Church

drives me.

Nothing left to add to the cruelty
of the heresy of judaizing in secret

and blasphemy against my person.

But I don't intend to stretch on
my words, because in fact...

Where the hell is the Queen's emissary?

He'll come.

Isabella was always
a woman of her word.

But if anyone else in this courtroom
has something to say,

he can speak.

Who dares interrupt this service?

An emissary from the Queen.

She wrote this letter to Your Eminence.

And she ordered me
to show you this papal bull.

A bull?

How can the Pope write a bull,
if he's dying?

At least

he's not the kind of man who says
one thing one day and another the next.

Tell the Queen I'll answer her later.

I inform you the Queen is
on her way to Granada.

I'll send my answer there.

Now leave, I have to continue the trial.

By the authority the
Holy Church grants me,

I, Tomás de Torquemada,

sentence this man

to death at the stake.

There's no way, not with the Queen,
not with the Pope.

I have never met someone who
uses religion like that,

for his own political interests.

That's because you're too young, dear,

History is full of "enlightened" people.

If we don't fix this tomorrow,
even the tabloids

- will know about us.
- Yes, I know.

I still think the only way
is a military intervention.

Allow me to tell you a thing, Alonso.

I admire you, a lot,

and I'm sure before long

you'll be one of the best
agents in the Ministry.

- Thank you, sir.
- But I've had it up to here with your sh-

stubborn insistence about
military interventions and reinforcements.

An intervention of that
caliber means death.

And how can you know it
won't be the rabbi's,

or we kill a passing-by peasant

who is a distant ancestor of
Ramón y Cajal and he's never born?

You can leave.

Tomorrow, before departing,
you'll receive your instructions.

I think we only have one possibility left.

And you know what I mean.

I will never understand this custom

of enclosing food in this
damned contraption.

Gimme.

Here.

I don't know how you're
hungry in this situation.

I am not hungry, but a good soldier
must feed himself

even if he is not hungry.
You should eat something too.

I can't.

Thinking about the rabbi,
his wife, the Ministry...

and knowing tonight
I have to go have dinner

and keep putting up with my mother.

I'm jealous of you two,
not leading a double life,

no one asking about your life,
no one waiting for you at home...

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

- I'm dumb and selfish.
- No, you are not.

But this rabbi's issue is
making us all go insane.

Me, because I do not understand
Ernesto's role in this,

you, because you always worry
no matter what age you live in

and you, because you cannot
stop thinking about just one thing.

Do I? What thing is that, huh?

Why you need to save the rabbi's life,

when the Ministry will not allow you
to do the same with your wife.

I am a soldier, and old-fashioned,

but I'm not a dope,
as you say in this age.

And I think about you and you.

Now you are my partners,
my new family,

whatever happens,
we have to stick together.

So you are going to right that wrong
and accompany Amelia to talk to her mother.

- But...
- No buts.

I need you focused on
the mission tomorrow.

And whatever happens to the Ministry,
we have to stay alive.

At least so we can keep
missing our people.

I would like to apologize.

Last night I left in the middle
of the conversation.

And I have two very important things
to tell you.

The first one is Amelia and I
want to get married

and I hope for your blessing.

- You have it.
- We'll discuss it.

You'll have time for that,

because the other thing
I didn't tell you last night

was that the wedding
won't be celebrated soon.

And why is that?

Next week I leave for Cuba
as a medical officer.

- War again with Cuba?
- Yes, it will be declared in a few days.

A journalist, a friend of mine,
knows it on good authority.

Therefore...

if you consider the
engagement unacceptable,

- I will understand.
- Of course not.

It'll be an honor to call you son
when you come back.

- But...
- We'll talk about it later, alone.

I have important news too.

What news, father?

I've talked to an editor
about your novel,

that diary you write about time travel,

and he loves the idea.

He says you could be
the Spanish Jules Verne.

You're publishing a book
about time travel?

I can't stand it anymore.
Everyone in this house is insane.

My daughter wants to be a novelist,
you...

you are a phony who only wants

- to take advantage of our fortune.
- Mother.

I'm sure he's not even a doctor.

But I'll find out,

because I asked for the
university to investigate.

- Father.
- Get up.

- By God.
- Father.

Enrique, are you okay? Sit down.

Water, here.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, yes.

Thank you.

Destroy the diary, tonight.

They didn't manage to release
the rabbi today either.

I suppose that's why you called for me.

Indeed.

Can you imagine what will
become of this Ministry

the day it stops being a secret?

I prefer not to imagine it.

We'll be on even Sunday magazines.

Our photography archive will be sold,

the day Columbus set foot on America,
Isabella of Castile's coronation,

the Battle of Bailén,
the Seize of Granada...

Everyone will know how
everything actually happened.

And our museums' paintings will be worth
less than an old comic book.

The past will get mixed with the present,

making up absurd wars in order to...

change a history that's already written.

And everything because of
political interests, or money ones

Aren't they one and the same?

Ernesto.

I have to send you on a mission

I never would've wanted to send you.

But we only have one chance.

I'm only asking you a favor.

Anything.

Don't let anyone come for me,
whatever happens.

- Kid, can I come in?
- Just a second, father.

Come in.

Are you okay, girl?

It's nothing,
I'll be fine in a second.

Look, you can't fool me.

You're sad because Julián
is leaving for Cuba, right?

But he'll come back, you'll see.

I'm sorry I found out like this
what age you come from.

You had to find out somehow.

You can still refuse.

I have to go.

It's my duty.

And as Alonso rightly says,

we soldiers have to give up
our lives for a cause.

And I can't find a better cause than this.

Get up, pig!

All rise.

Introducing His Excellency the Inquisitor
General Mister Tomás de Torquemada.

Receive the signal of the cross
from which you strayed

and which you have denied.

Let's not make God wait.
What is the prisoner accused of?

He's accused of judaizing
in secret and blasphemy.

He was heard saying:

"The great Inquisitor

is a dog among men."

Do you recognize those words?

Silence means consent.

And like Innocent III said,

"Use against heretics
the sword of excommunication,

and if this does not prove effective,
use the sword of iron".

Does the defense have anything to say?

Only that forgiving the guilty
would be unfair for the innocents.

As St. Thomas Aquinas said,

"If evil-doers are condemned to death,

much more reason is there
for condemning heretics".

Who dares interrupt this service?

Your lordships, monsignor.

We bring a papal bull
for the prisoner's absolution.

Call the guards, hurry!

Call the guards!

The seal looks authentic.

You doubt us?

Because that would be
doubting the Pope himself.

No, no, God deliver me, no.

Let me see.

If the Pope orders it,
then the trial is over.

- Sir, we can't...
- We're done.

You forget you were called
"a dog among men"?

Thank you for reminding me,
but I've been called worse things.

- Let's finish.
- But, monsignor,

this converted stinks of Jew.

From here you can smell
he hasn't tasted bacon.

He keeps the Sabbath
and changes clothes the same day.

You smell that too?

So do his neighbors say.

Let them whisper.

The Pope has spoken.

By the authority the
Holy Church grants me,

I, Tomás de Torquemada,

absolve the prisoner of all charges.

Madam, we're here to help you.

Come with us, please.

Are you sure about
what you have done?

Below God, only the Pope.

We should leave right now.

Come one.

- Heresy!
- This is the Devil's work!

What is going on here?

Sweet Mary!

Flee!

- Guards!
- Obey.

Seize that impostor!

Rabbi Levi, madam, welcome.

I'm Salvador Martí, head of
the Ministry of Time.

This is all very strange,
and beautiful at the same time.

- And Ernesto?
- This place...

Tell me, sir, everything
in these corridors...

are time gates?

Yes, and there are a lot more
thanks to your book.

I'll show you everything,
inch by inch,

but first Irene will take you
to our medical service.

You can come with me.

Come to my office.

- Tell me what happened with Ernesto.
- He was seized by several guards.

He's acted like a hero.

Without him, we couldn't have
accomplished our mission.

- We have to go back.
- Absolutely not.

There are still four hours left
until midnight.

- You'd never reach the gate in time.
- I will take that risk.

I won't. I don't want to lose
any more agents.

In the Tercios we had a motto:

- no man is left behind.
- What, you think

I wouldn't like for him to be here,

instead of on his way to the stake?

I knew what would happen if he went
through that gate, and so did he.

You know what he asked of me yesterday, when he
realized he'd need to intervene in the mission?

That I don't allow anyone
to go and rescue him.

That's what I intend to do.

I want to ask you a question.

What was the relation between
Ernesto and Torquemada?

Who are you?

I'm your father.

That can't be.

I'm Pedro Fernández de Torquemada,
whether you like it or not.

Don't use his name.

He's been resting in peace for years.

You father isn't resting, son,

least of all in peace.

Look at me, I'm right here.

Or are you so blind you
can't accept our resemblance?

I see it,

and it's the Devil's work.

He's sent you to torture me,

to make me abandon my faith in Christ.

Don't take the name of Jesus in vain.

He sacrificed Himself for all men,
and you kill them.

Son, you're not Christ.

You're Pilate.

You can hit me if you want,

you can kill me,

but I won't stop being your father.

You're not my father!

I wish I wasn't, I swear.

Listen to me, son, listen.

My mother, your grandmother Ana,
was Jewish.

- Jewish blood ran through her veins.
- She was a Christian!

No, she converted to Christ's faith
because she didn't have a choice.

But her blood was Jewish

and now you're persecuting
those of you own blood.

I fulfill my duty,

They're heretics.

No, they're men and women, son,

and they're no less than you
for having a different faith.

No one is less than anyone else
for being Christian, Jewish or Muslim,

son, and if they sin,

it's God who must judge them,

not you.

You'll be judged before.

At midnight you'll die at the stake.

It's your book.
- Yes.

And luckily, I see it's fallen
into the right hands.

I can die in peace.

Please, don't say that.
We saved you from the stake.

That was what destiny
had in store for me.

I'm just an old man.

I'm ill.

He bleeds, he has tumors.

Medicine has improved greatly.
We'll find you a good doctor.

You've done enough

allowing me to say goodbye
to my family.

Though I suppose you didn't
save me only for that.

No, we didn't save you only for that.

What do you need from me?

- You're not paying?
- No.

And we won't give you the
Book of the Gates either.

- You're joking?
- Not at all.

Angustias, please.

Allow me to introduce you
to Abraham Levi himself.

A curious retable.

"Tablet", it's a "tablet".

Then, a curious "retablet".

Upon my soul this man
is of my own lineage.

In a week we'll send you
a full clinical analysis of Mr. Levi,

including a sample of his DNA,
even an analysis of his clothes.

Since we're going to be famous,

people should at least
know how well we work.

You're Jewish, aren't you?

Leave the dead alone

or their spirits will lead you to death

So it will be.

I'll call you back soon.

Don't worry.

We'll sort out this issue.

What did you tell him?

That neither him nor my heirs

shamed Yahweh with their behavior.

Really?

Why would I lie?

I'm just an old man
who's about to die.

There's not much time left
until the gate closes, right?

Just one hour.

Ernesto won't be able to come back.

How does it feel,
having your fiancé in Cuba?

Wish that was the only tragedy
I ever face.

Right.

You'll have to write love letters
so my parents see them.

I'll write to you, but fair warning:
I'm not as good as you.

Did you get rid of the diary?

- That must have been hard.
- Yes.

For me it's was a way of...
of knowing who I am,

writing my own story,
in the middle of so many travels.

Did you find out what happened?

Not much.
The archives disappeared.

The War, you know.

Your parents
your husband and your daughter
will always remember you

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

You know you can tell me anything, right?

I know.

And what are you thinking about?

Alonso. It's been a while
since I've seen him around.

Where is he?

Get up! Your time has come.

Alonso.

What are you doing here?

You thought I would
allow them to kill you?

You're insane.

The gate is too far away,
we'll never reach it.

By God we will.

You are crazy as a loon.

Let's go.

I love the future!

It's an anti-aircraft alarm.

During the Spanish Civil War,

the German Air Force bombed
the town of Guernica

on market day.

The Republican government
commissioned Picasso for the painting

in the middle of the Civil War.

If we find the receipt,
the owner of the painting is clear

but it has disappeared.

I know you want to meet Picasso,
but it's not possible

He's not in Spain, he's in France,
we don't have reception. You're obsessive.

Nothing is ever easy.

Sometimes I'm not sure I'm not working
for the Devil himself.

Is 20th century fashion
all the same to you?

You'd trip if you knew about Tino Casal.

Are we sure

there's not an USA equivalent
of the Ministry of Time?

They're saying tomorrow's weather?

It's like witchcraft.

You really think the
Spanish Intelligence Service

can find out about something
the USA wants to cover up?

Will you go to a concert
with me tonight?

Get out right now!

You know how much is worth

a doodle with my signature?
- You're bribing me?

- I'll file a complain to my embassy.
For now, count to three.

- I knew you would get into a mess.
- Would you leave me alone?

First thing would be obtaining
Picasso's original signature.

- I have immunity.
- Uh, that's bad.

Get out of the way, Alonso,

- or I swear I will...
- You swear you will what?

80's, here I come.

Spanish version synchronized and corrected
by Chitorafa Translated by yunhaiiro