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Beyond.

Good afternoon. Perhaps, when you are home alone

you've heard the sound of footsteps

or felt a breath on the back of your neck.

Surely there is a perfectly rational explanation,

but then again, it might be that your house is haunted,

like Madrid's house of seven chimneys,

headquarters of the Ministry of Culture.

Built by Felipe II for his lover named Elena.

Who later married a captain named Zapata,

but their happiness was short-lived.

The captain died in Flanders

and at the same time

she died in a mysterious and inexplicable manner.

For years, the people of Madrid have claimed they see

a ghostly female figure on the roof

beating her chest,

always looking toward Flanders.

Legend?

Superstition?

Maybe.

Is this Elena,

the grieving widow

of captain Zapata?

But that's Irene. Yes.

It's Irene. The happy wife

of Doctor Nuria Celaya.

Nuria? Surely that's not his name.

In Spain, two women or two men can marry each other.

Times change, you'll get used to it.

Why are you showing us this? For two reasons,

One, because it is a perfect example of what must never happen,

leaving traces of our work in the past.

This is the second time it's happened recently.

I swear, we have not left one trace. And I swear to the contrary.

I've already sent a team to resolve the problem.

You all are here to obey my orders. Agreed?

The second reason, and the reason I've shown you

this old television program,

is because Irene went to search for something that she didn't find

and that now you must locate.

The receipt for "Guernica".

It's a painting by Picasso.

It might be the most important one of the 20th century.

The receipt? Do you want to return it or what?

I don't know that the warranty isn't expired, it's been here in Spain for years.

Since 1981 to be exact.

That was the year that MOMA, the American museum where it had been,

returned it, well, that's what history says.

But we've received an alert that now they are thinking it over a little too long.

The painting was commissioned by the Republican government from Picasso

in the middle of the civil war. If we locate the receipt,

it will be clear to whom the painting belongs.

But it's disappeared. There were three copies of the receipt.

- Excuse me, a moment. - Mr. Secretary.

- How can I make you understand? - Mr. Secretary.

Don't Mr. Secretary me. How can I make you understand?

- At least, I could... - 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 coverage. He's obsessed.

- Then, no? - Then...

- Better leave, when you get pushy... - Where was I?

Oh yes, about how there were three copies of the receipt.

-Yes, thank you Angustias.

Let's see.

There were... three copies of the receipt.

The first, the one that the Republican government in Barcelona,

lost in 1939 when they fled to France.

The next, the one from the embassy in Paris, was in the documents

that the government bought in 1981. That was the one I was looking for.

And the third? Picasso's own.

You will have to go to Barcelona in 1939

and find the receipt before the Republican government loses it.

This is the high-level employee who lost the receipt.

Mission 01: The Republican receipt.

And how will the Republic view the support of

- all those Hollywood stars? - As a given.

The worlds of art and literature have been showing their support

to the legitimate national government, as to be expected.

What's more, we believe that culture is always on the side

of reason, democracy, the world, humanity.

This is a big mess. Everyone's looking for a way to get to France.

I almost want to tell them it's feast today, nazis tomorrow.

Is the room guarded? That guy's?

It's 212 and anyone can get in.

With that level of security, it's no wonder they lost the war.

Stay here and keep watch, Julián.

It's an air raid alarm. It would be best if we go.

We have to... Relax. The hotel's bomb shelter

is in the basement. Please, calmly make your way there.

Chapter 5 Any Time Past.

What is that noise? Planes bombing the city.

But that's horrible.

Children and innocent civilians will die.

The painting that goes with the receipt, "Guernica", is about that.

During the civil war, the German airforce

bombed the town of Guernica on market day.

They killed women, children...

In short, a massacre.

It is not for men to make war and not show their faces.

And you have said that these days war is fought more in offices

than on the battlefield. More and more.

That explains everything. What?

Why we are no longer an empire.

We have always had very good soldiers,

but very bad bosses.

In other words, it's nothing new.

Come on, let's go, quickly, quickly.

It smells like smoke, a bomb. If it was a bomb, there would be no hotel.

Come on, come on, quickly, today.

Excuse me, what happened? A small fire,

but we have it under control. Where was it?

On the second floor, rooms 211, 212 y 213.

What a coincidence.

Mission Failed And here I thought it would be easy.

Nothing is easy.

Ever.

There's nothing left to do but to go for the second option.

Let's see.

In 1981, the government spent a fortune

on some documents that weren't worth it

and only paid for the receipt.

So surely it must be there. But Irene didn't find it.

No, but Irene went two months after they arrived in Spain and it could

have been misplaced during that time. So you are going

to receive the documents, that's to say, the container.

Would it not be easier...?

Pardon, your honor, but would it not be easier

to obtain the copy of the receipt from the painter?

This so-called Picasso. No, shush, there's the small problem of inheritance.

He had wives, sons, I don't know how many lovers, a mess, no.

Another one like Lope.

Are all Spanish geniuses manwhores?

Now that I think about it, you might be right.

Ah, yes, here it is, door 864.

According to our info, the container will arrive in Madrid tomorrow morning.

In Madrid in 1981, of course.

So you will leave this afternoon.

This afternoon? Well when one says "this afternoon"

he means "much later this afternoon". But relax.

You'll have time to eat with your father.

By the way,

wish him a happy birthday from me.

How did you know it's his birthday?

I would be a bad boss if I didn't know anything about my staff.

Now hurry up or you'll be late,

Angustias has gone for a coffee. If you need anything...

If you keep pushing, I'll send you to Altamira to paint bison.

- I do not understand! - You don't understand? Argh...

I'll handle this.

No one wants to talk to me.

I'm like a leper in this ministry.

Maybe if you improved your manner...

Were a little less push... insistant.

I don't like to give advice, especially not to the greatest painter in Spain.

I am not the greatest, the greatest is Picasso.

More than yourself or Goya?

Yes, of course, yes, that is why I want to meet him.

It's not very often an artist considers another better than he.

When I go to see his work in the museum and someone comes over and says,

"My kid could have made those scribbles.",

I want to strangle them right then and there. Ignorant.

There are people who paint in abstract because they don't know how to do anything else

but Picasso... not Picasso, Picasso...

painted pictures at 14 that looked like photographs.

It is...

I... call it "the Picasso theory".

And what theory is that?

Only when one can paint reality better than anyone else

can he then, later, do anything he wants.

Promise me something and I won't insist any more.

If it is in my power... Do not forget about me

if you need help.

With whatever.

Don't worry.

- For the birthday boy. - Hey.

Happy Birthday, Dad. Thank you, son.

The recession... You could put out a few shrimp.

I don't know what you see in this bar, son. It must be tradition.

Damn, the bastard never closes even when they are tearing down everything.

The neighborhood is unrecognizable. Everything's going to the Chinese.

Well, not everything.

Do you remember that bar where you would hang out with all your friends?

The Salem. Well now it's a merengue

and bachata place.

The Brother Latino it's called, you believe that shit?

The Salem, all the beers I had there, goodness.

Speaking of closing, how's it going with the cutbacks in emergency services?

Like everywhere, I guess. They don't affect me at the moment.

Hey, one thing, when did we move to this neighborhood?

In 82. You were tiny, six years old.

In 82, are you sure?

Positive, it was that World Cup with the orange mascot.

Spain got knocked out while we were moving,

I think by Germany. How time flies, eh?

Unhunh. Yeah, so quickly.

Too quickly.

How I would love to be able to go back to those years.

If only there were a time machine or something like that.

And why would you want to go back then?

Because when you have a little boy,

he's your whole world, you don't see anything else.

And it's wonderful.

Later they grow up, they leave...

and it's like someone took away your life.

Children should stay four years old always.

That's the perfect age.

Isn't she lovely? How lovely is my mother.

Aw... Aw, how cute.

Pretty, pretty.

What? Do you like it? I'm not sure.

With that hair you look like a boy.

Don't listen, you look nice. It's comfortable.

"Ana Rodríguez Espinosa, report to management, please."

By the way, I haven't asked you, how'd it go with your parents?

Very well, I should see them more often.

Is everything in order? Do I really have to go like this?

Don't complain, the heavy metal look suits you.

What is the heavy metal? Gentleman, let's focus on the job at hand.

Ah, remember, you'll stay in a safe house.

It's marked on this map.

There you'll find the necessary documents, your credentials

and clothes for the mission at Barajas airport.

Perfect. Alonso...

Don't worry. In the apartment there are clothes of all sizes.

It's not a question of size, it's that I look like my father.

In fact, I think my dad is more modern.

It is not that different from what you wear every day.

Do all the clothes from the twentieth century look the same to you?

Yes. Yes? If only you had seen Tino Casal,

you would have flipped. Tino Casal? A soldier?

I'll accompany you to your door. Ok.

Julián.

You see, there's one little thing, that...

Well, that...

it's not going to happen, because I don't think so, but just in case

possibly a woman might come by the apartment looking for me.

You take your hookups to the safe house?

There are no nights more fun than those in Madrid in the 1980s.

Aren't you married? Technically not yet.

That door goes to 1981 and I didn't get married until 2012.

I don't mean now, weren't you married before?

Yes, when they recruited me in 1960,

but by '81 I would be a widow, so in that year

I don't have any commitments, any way you look at it.

That's cheating, any way you look at it.

It's my game.

They're my rules.

864

It's this one.

I'll collect your messages, don't worry. Good luck.

Mission 02: The Paris Embassy receipt.

Excuse me.

This way.

Are you sure that this is this way? According to the map, yes. Why?

These streets seem familiar to me.

Typical, this is an old part of Madrid.

Madrid from your time.

The Ministry didn't give you a house around here?

Yes, in 1570 and now we are in 1700...

1981. 1981.

Don't the streets change? Hush, hush.

Don't give the government ideas.

Welcome to the Alcántara family home.

I suppose that means something in your time.

Well, yes.

What's going on with you, Alonso?

I have been here.

It is the place that they gave me when I started the job.

Are you sure? How can it be your house?

Not the same house, but the same location, I swear it.

Damn, they've sure got their money's worth. Then...

that means that over at least four centuries, at any one time,

many different people are living here.

Shush, you're making my hairs stand on end.

Sometimes I am not sure that we are not working for the devil himself.

Leave the devil in peace and let's concentrate on our task.

Salvador told us that we would find everything necessary

for the mission here and I don't see anything.

Let's look in the rooms.

Here are the clothes to go to the airport.

What's in the box? Credentials in all three names.

And a dossier. Of what?

They're newspaper clippings from the last week

about "Guernica" and the purchase of the archive.

We should study them closely.

Tomorrow at 10:00am we need to be at the airport.

That's better.

Thank you.

Find anything?

It seems that the "Guernica" documents are in Zurich.

A diplomat from the Republican government took them from the embassy in Paris

before they lost the war against the Nationalists.

War between Spaniards... Sometimes I feel as though

I would like to return to my time and never come back.

It's not even the only one.

Isabel I was at war with her brother, Enrique IV.

The army of Carlos I against the common rebels

in the 19th century, the Carlist wars.

Enough, enough, stop, please. Never discuss history with Amelia.

"...preview for tomorrow, the 15th."

New developments about the return of 'Guernica' to Spain.

Sources at the Ministry of Culture inform us that the painting's documents'

arrival in Spain, scheduled for tomorrow, will have to wait.

Despite that, they remain optimistic

and hope that everything will be resolved quickly.

And now for Sports".

Do I understand correctly?

Wasn't it arriving tomorrow? That's what they said.

And doesn't the Ministry supposedly know the exact dates

of things that happened in the past?

Something's fishy, yes?

Come look at this.

Do you recognize anyone in this photo?

This guy... Where have I seen him before?

Barcelona, 1939, in the hotel.

How will the Republic view the support

of all those Hollywood stars?

It's the same man.

And he looks the same. and 42 years have passed.

Mmhm, another time traveler.

This is getting out of hand.

Hold on one moment while I put you on speaker.

Are you sure about this, Amelia? Yes.

Unless he has a son who looks just like him.

And in 1939 he is a reporter and in 1981 he's in Switzerland

always near the receipt for the "Guernica"...

I don't believe in coincidences either. And what did you say his name is?

Paul Walcott, with two t's.

Paul Walcott.

Well then, from now on we have two missions.

Find this guy Walcott

and find the receipt for the "Guernica".

What should we do now?

Stay at the safe house until we have new information.

Someone is trying to rewrite history.

- The container should have traveled to Spain in 1981 tomorrow, not the day after.

On top of that, we have an American who travels in time

and doesn't work for us.

Another person trying to sell secret doors?

It's a possibility.

It's strange that he is in Switzerland.

The Ministry doors only work in Spain.

Well, he could have traveled in 1981 to Madrid

and from there taken a plane.

Or he travels in time by another method,

which would be opening up a whole new can of worms.

I believe that the better question is this.

We know that Walcott travels in time.

but does he know that we do, too?

Good question.

In that case, he shouldn't see Amelia or any of the team.

He might remember having seen them in Barcelona in 1939.

When we come in contact with him, it would be better if he saw you two.

Irene?

Are we sure that there isn't an agency equivalent to the Ministry of Time in the USA?

Why isn't there a report from information services on the subject?

Do you believe that Spain's intelligence service

could uncover something that the US wanted hidden?

We have 24 hours to find out who this so-called Walcott is.

Contact our agents in 1981

and find out if the container has been delayed, even for just one day.

Find out if the "Guernica" receipt is in it.

I do not understand why we have been charged with this mission.

Is this painting so important?

If Velázquez's "Las lanzas" wasn't in Spain,

would that bother you? Of course. It is a symbol

of the greatness of our homeland. "Guernica" is a symbol

of Spain now. Do not make me laugh.

Those badly painted dolls, how can they be a symbol of anything?

From what I've read,

they represent the arrival of democracy in Spain

after the dictatorship. Democracy? What is that?

Let's see, how do I explain it?

Democracy is when the people choose who governs them.

But, how?

A few politicians who want to govern present themselves,

and everyone votes for the one they like most

and the one with the most votes, governs.

But, how? Does the king not make all the decisions?

The people decide? What...? That is ridiculous.

If you knew how hard women from my time fought to be able to vote like they can now.

Women can also do this voting thing?

This is a travesty.

I'm going to bed, who could endure this?

Sometimes I could strangle him.

Leave it, I'll clean up.

A man clearing the table. That would be unthinkable in my time.

In my time, if you don't do it, you can't imagine the trouble you'd be in.

See you tomorrow. Good night.

Sleep well.

"Thanks also to this group of girls and boys...".

But, why would you turn it off? It is very amusing.

Yeah, like watching grass grow, more or less.

Until they give us orders I don't know what we should do.

They tell you the weather that we'll have tomorrow?

That's the idea, yes.

That seems like witchcraft.

You have to get it in here, Alfonso.

You haven't gotten one in.

Goal! That is a goal. Damn!

That is a goal. Goal!

See you tomorrow.

New orders? That was Ernesto.

They have confirmed that the container will arrive tomorrow in the afternoon.

He and Irene will arrive first thing tomorrow to help us.

Until then we should wait here.

Perfect.

Well, friends.

Who wants to go with me to see my neighborhood?

Did you not just hear that we have to wait here?

If they're not coming until tomorrow.

You insist on disobeying orders. You disobeyed orders

and thankfully, because of it, Ernesto is still alive.

Listen, seeing my neighborhood from when I was little

interests me a lot more than Lope de Vega or Viriato,

I assure you.

Is it so hard to understand that?

See you later.

It would be best if I went with him, so he doesn't do anything stupid.

So this is your neighborhood. Yes.

You were born here? No, no, not here.

I moved to Carabanchel next year.

Damn.

The guy who owns this

is going to win a million in the lottery in five years.

Well, he kept the bar,

got up every day at 5am until he retired.

There's all kinds of people, as they say.

The son of the women who owns this store went to school with me.

Later I learned that he got himself killed fixing an elevator.

Anyway...

My parents brought me here when I was little.

To play and stuff.

Look at this.

The little girl in red will be the cutest girl in the neighborhood.

We were all crazy about her.

And she ended up getting with the guy from the grocery

this fat, greasy bald guy 30 years her senior.

You're enjoying yourself, yes?

It's like I'm watching a movie about my life.

Hunh, he seems to like you.

Maite! Come on, don't bother the nice man.

Sorry. No, it's fine.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Hello. Is this your tricycle?

Do you want to play a bit?

Give me your hand. Come on.

Let's see... Quite fond of kids, your husband!

Huh? Ah, yes, yes, he is, yes.

Do you have children? No, no, not yet.

Well he's good with them.

You wouldn't know my girl is shy...

Well, you look young, you have time.

Me, if I hadn't started when I did, my ship would have sailed.

Now, now. Now, now, now, now.

Good.

You are very good on that tricycle.

Goodbye, Maite.

I love you.

That was your Maite, right? Yes.

That was my wife at three years old.

Julián, my God. I didn't know, I swear.

It's not a good idea to dig around in our pasts

or in our futures.

Sometimes you think that the past...

No way.

Thank you, Lord, for this we are about to receive.

Would you like to go to a concert with me tonight?

Shampoo, ah, ah, uh, uh.

Egg-based.

Shampoo, ah, ah, uh, uh.

Egg-based.

Shampoo, ah, ah, uh, uh...

"Here with us today, on "Teen Dance Club"

special guests, the band Leño".

Tonight's gonna be the night I told you about.

Tonight's gonna be the night I told you about.

When I was a kid we listened to Leño in my house.

It was my father's favorite band. Who?

My dad. I've always wondered what it would be like

to go to one of their concerts, well look.

One of the advantages of working for the Ministry.

Don't you like it? Eh... yes, yes.

If the music were just a little quieter, yes.

You can't play rock quietly. What is rock?

Humanity's most wonderful invention.

along with beer and spicy potatoes.

We have to leave, tomorrow we have a very complicated day.

Amelia, my God, you're 20 years old, have a little fun.

With all this noise? Noise? I don't know how you can live

in your time without rock and roll.

Very well, without so many headaches.

One more and we'll go.

A beer.

I can't believe it!

Are you sure that it's your father?

Well yes, it's him.

Please, let's go. Like hell, it's my father.

And that is not my mother, who is at home with her son, in other words, me.

Maybe it's just a one night stand.

In 2015 he's still with your mother, right? Yes.

Well then you don't have to worry. Well, the "Guernica" supposedly

arrived in Spain in 1981,

and yet, here we are, because things aren't that simple.

No, no...

Not the restrooms, no.

Julián, please! Maybe they just have to urinate.

It's obvious they didn't have nightclubs in your time.

We'll find out, excuse me.

Come out of there right now!

Come out right now! What's up with this guy?

-Chill out man, yeah?

Secret Police. Everyone out.

Come on, let's go, quickly. Shit...

Stop, for the love of God, you're embarrassing me. What about me? It's my dad.

Are you coming out or do I have to come in? Coming.

Could you tell me exactly what you were doing in there?

This is a public scandal.

What scandal? We're at a Leño concert.

Do you want to spend the night in the police station? No we don't. Shut up, Miguel.

Your ID, please. Your ID!

Now yours.

Don't let it happen again.

Come on, outside. Fresh air.

I knew it, I knew you would get us into trouble.

You want to lay off me?

Where are you going? To finish fixing this matter.

Finish messing it up, you mean.

Julián, you can't leave now. Ernesto and Irene are about to arrive.

Get out of the way or I swear... You swear what?

That will be them.

Don't you realize what you are doing? You can't play God.

You can't break the rules. Rules schmules!

The Ministry ignores them when it suits them.

Like when we played it fast and loose to save the rabbi.

Hello. Bah.

- Do you mind if I sit? - In the end, you're going to sit anyway.

Forgive me. Amelia has told me not to be so persistent.

- Good advice. - But I can't stand it anymore.

I need to know how the mission is going.

Ernesto and Irene have gone to help the team.

I can't tell you more.

To which year have they traveled?

Is that all you want to know? Whichever year they've gone to

Salvador is not going to let you participate in the mission.

Do you know how much a drawing with my signature is worth?

Are you bribing me?

No, no, no, no.

Millions, it's millions, Angustias.

No.

A portrait, I could make it look like a classic.

I know, I'll change the face on "Old Woman Frying Eggs"

- and I'll put yours. - Geez, thanks for the compliment.

But that style doesn't suit me.

Or one of the "The Spinners"? What do you think?

It's "The fable of Aracne", a transcendent theme.

- It's intellectual. - Look, that's more my style, but no.

You will be preserved for posterity through my art.

I don't want to b preserved for posterity.

I just want to drink my tea in peace.

I am just asking for a little information.

I need to meet Picasso.

What an obsession you have with Picasso.

I don't understand it.

He makes scribbles that any child could paint.

Do we know anything about the American? Officially,

his name is Paul Walcott, Canadian,

but well find out if any of it's true.

He passes himself off as a specialist in documents

from the interwar period. His plane arrives at 16:00

from Zurich. It's important that he doesn't see you, in case he remembers

you from Barcelona in 1939. Of course.

Let's not let him know we travel in time like him.

That's my smart girl. When we're at the airport,

what do we do? Look at that.

I thought you had become mute.

We'll arrive at the airport a few hours early.

We should go in uniform so we're not noticed.

Amelia and Irene will dress as flight attendants;

Julián, a pilot; Alonso and I, national guard.

On arrival, we will divide into two teams.

Irene and I will go look for the American.

Amelia and Julián will be in charge of looking through the container.

A group of high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Culture

will be coming to retrieve it. You will have a quarter hour

before they realize that Walcott has disappeared

and they go to claim the container. You'll have to hurry.

Once we lose visual contact between us

act immediately to complete your task.

Take care to keep the lines of communication open

in case we give the signal to retreat.

We must act in perfect synchronization.

How can something so large and heavy possibly fly?

I ask myself that all the time.

Come on, let's go.

How long does it take to arrive in New York?

I've never gone, but a friend told me about eight hours.

Incredible.

"Mr. Walcott? One moment, please".

- I speak Spanish. Is there a problem? - Please come with us.

- Hey, I'm going to file a complaint with my embassy.

- Yes. - You'll see.

-Right now, count to three.

There we go, come on, help me.

That liquid, what is it called? Chloroform.

Up. By God, that is a good invention.

Right.

You take care of the officials from the Ministry of Culture.

I'll go for the ambulance.

There it is. Thank you.

At your service, miss.

Now.

Retreat.

"Retreat". Shit.

I'm going for them. Run.

We haven't finished yet.

How did it go?

The box where the documents should have been had its seal broken

and the receipt wasn't there. And the American?

We have him, they're taking him to the Ministry, to 2015.

Once more, Walcott.

Where are the documents that were missing from the case?

Go to hell, asshole.

I've always asked myself why the first thing that foreigners

learn in Spanish are the curses.

I demand that you call my embassy.

Why? So that we have to release you in ten minutes?

- No, no. - I have immunity.

Ah, that's a shame.

- That means you work for the American government?

- To us, immunity isn't really worth a damn.

When my bosses find out, I assure, you won't feel that way.

Oh, really?

You Spaniards make me laugh.

You always talk and talk, but never do anything ever.

You live in the glory of your past.

What should we do with him?

We should give him a taste of what he called

the glories of our past.

But before that, I want to see that smile freeze on his face.

Perfect.

Fine, Walcott,

just one more question.

No, I don't work for the American government.

No, not about that, it's a very simple question.

What year is this?

1981.

Look carefully at the date.

2015. As you can see,

you are not the only one who travels in time.

Raquel.

Didn't you do enough last night?

Can we talk for five minutes?

You're not a police officer?

What was that show you put on for?

I am not a policeman, but I do work for the government.

For a secret organization.

Is Miguel in some kind of trouble? No, it's not any kind of trouble.

Not any political trouble.

Well then, I don't understand a thing.

Let's see...

I know Miguel, right?

Didn't seem like it last night. I know him

a lot better than he knows me.

I know that he has a wife and a young son.

Yeah, just five years old, he's precious.

Look, Raquel, this can't end well.

You're going to get your hopes up and later you'll just be disappointed.

Family binds.

He's different.

Others hook up with you and after they get laid

you find out that they're married.

And that's not what he did?

No, he never hid anything from me.

He tells me about his son, about how much he loves him,

He's named Julián, did you know?

He would love it if he became a doctor when he grows up.

He's promised me that soon we'll go live together.

He won't do it, I know him.

What are you trying to say?

Raquel, you are not the first one that he's promised that to.

Two weeks ago he promised the same thing to my sister, too.

That's why I want to warn you.

Here.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Privatize time travel?

How does so much stupidity fit in one head?

There are things that can't be privatized.

Like education, health and time travel.

Just thinking it it doesn't...

By the way, Mr. Martinez?

He informed me that his head hurt, but he's on his way.

Again.

So, Walcott's mission was to make the receipt disappear.

We believe that the New York museum

contracted Walcott's company to erase any evidence

that the painting belongs to Spain. They've done a good job, there's no receipt.

If you leave me alone with him a while...

No, that's not our style. A weak style, as I see it.

Don't you believe it, Alonso, we've already imprisoned him, and far away.

Far away? Mmhmm, the Ministry of Time has a place

where we send people that carelessly play with time.

Right now, the American is regretting

not wanting to talk to us.

Hey! Hey! Call!

Call the US embassy please!

Call the US embassy please!

Hey!

Fine, back to the "Guernica".

Any ideas?

I've thought of one, but it's probably silly.

You with silly ideas? I can't imagine that, truthfully.

It's a rather unorthodox method.

In life it's not the method that matters, but the victory

like in poker.

What if we were to falsify the "Guernica" receipt?

See, that's very Spanish.

Roguishness is still in vogue, yes?

Elevated to an art form, I assure you.

I don't think it will be easy, Amelia.

The American museum will have specialists to analyse everything.

Yes, the paper it's on, the ink,

the kind of typewriter used...

Not to mention Pablo's signature.

I don't know, It seems complicated.

The first step would be to obtain Picasso's original signature.

That's it...

At least someone is going to get something positive out of all this.

Mission 03: Falsification of the receipt

Don Pablo, "there's a man at the bar asking for you".

The boss wants to see you.

- Would you mind telling me where you've been?

Buying a reacord in los Sotanillos.

It's prohibited to bring things from other time periods to the Ministry.

I'm not going to sell it, it's personal.

I could buy it today, but I don't feel like paying

a fortune to a collector. I don't care what you feel like doing or not.

We are in the middle of an important mission and you, what do you do?

Go shopping. The "Guernica" is a symbol

of the reconciliation between two Spains after the dictatorship.

I know.

Give him his record.

- It's prohibited to bring... - Give it to him.

Please.

Fine, here.

Look, Mr. Martínez, I can forgive everything, with one exception...

someone who leaves his companions stranded.

And that's what you just did. But...

No buts. The mission isn't over

and until it's done you have to be vigilant.

Do you know where Alonso and Amelia are right now?

A good partner should know at all times

where his team is and what they're doing, understand?

Yes, sir. If you put your interests ahead

of the Ministry's again,

I will personally see that you regret it.

Thank you.

Coffee with milk, light on the coffee, please.

What? Digging around in your past again?

How did you know? Relax.

No one's been gossiping.

It simply happens to all of us.

But there are two things you must learn.

What? How to hook up with people in the past without anyone knowing, like you?

Well yes, you have to be discreet.

We all have secrets, but they should never interfere

with our missions. And what else should I learn?

That even though you've suffered, you're no more special than anyone else.

The world doesn't stop for your pain.

You might lose the thing you love most, but life goes on.

There'll be football on Sunday

and the news will still be reporting on wars.

Someone will have their first kiss...

and it will rain.

It will rain, like it's always rained.

Life goes on.

And so should you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

If you need help, you know where to find me.

How's the mission going? Everything depends on Velázquez now,

who's finally got what he wanted,

he's gone to meet Picasso.

What people wouldn't pay to see them together.

Yeah.

Madrid, as a city, is provencial, old-fashioned.

- That's how it's always been. - But its people are fantastic.

It's warm, open.

They make you feel like a native from the first day.

And everything an artist needs to learn about painting is there.

The Prado Museum.

Yes, of course, eh...

Did you go often to the Prado?

I spent more time there than at the academy.

what a bunch of idiots, the academics.

Why paint still-lifes that look real?

Photography already exists for that.

What do you like most at the Prado?

Goya, without a doubt.

He has an incredible capacity to depict the horror of humanity.

The Black Paintings, the executions.

And Velázquez.

Well, Velázquez is the best.

Have you seen "Las meninas"?

Yes, of course, once or twice, who hasn't seen "Las meninas"?

I don't mean just for a few minutes, I mean really looked at it for hours.

No.

Well you should.

Every time you look at that painting you discover something different.

A light, a shadow, a brushstroke.

It's like the figures are moving and... and everything changes.

That Velázquez was a genius for sure.

You shouldn't look to the past so much, Pablo, you...

you have the potential to change the world.

Friend, let's not exaggerate. I'm happy just to make a living.

I wouldn't worry about that, your signature will be worth millions.

Not for what you have done, but for what you will still do.

Are you clairvoyant?

No, no, but I think I know an artist when I see one.

Ah, may I ask you a favor?

When you are famous, I would like to say that I knew you before

and show your signature as evidence.

If you don't mind...

- Is this wine? - I am afraid so.

Now you need a typewriter from that time period

and a door that will take us to the 1930s.

The smokers' lounge.

There's a smokers' lounge? Not exactly.

When the smoking ban took effect in the government

people started to use this door. It's the fire escape door

of a theater in Vitoria. You don't need to change your clothes,

it can all be passed off as a dress rehearsal. It's just that the team...

They talk about Messi, but the player who's making a difference is Iniesta.

The office?

Second door.

- Excuse me, which play are you rehearsing?

- A Shakespeare. - For crying out loud!

Always doing these avant-guard plays.

Where's the Echegaray...

You are undisciplined. If it were my choice,

you would be in with the American. How many times to I have to say I'm sorry,

before you'll leave me in peace? Will you shut up for once?

We have a mission to complete. What is that?

This is too modern for me. Let's see, let me.

I'll keep watch outside so that no one interrupts us.

Come on. Let's see, write.

I, Pablo Ruiz Picasso, receive... Not so fast, I'm not Angustias.

I, Pablo Ruiz Picasso,

receive from the Government

of the Republic of Spain

the amount of 100,000 French

francs... What are you looking for?

An envelope.

Here's one.

What else should I put? Yes, sorry,

Um... To serve as

payment for materials

used

for the painting "Guernica".

"Guernica". It's done.

I have three vacation days left plus one personal day

plus the holiday on Monday,

with the long weekend I'll have 15 days off

- how about that, man. - Another smoke, we have work today.

Come on, let's go.

I've sent it in your name.

1980s, here I come!

Should I go with her?

Not necessary, thanks

Coming.

I have a letter for Irene del Lago.

Where should I sign? Here.

Thank you.

And where are you running off to?

Done, the "Guernica" in ours.

Mission Completed Good work.

Everything's going as planned, miss Folch.

What's bothering you?

Nothing, I was just thinking about something.

If the receipt for the "Guernica" ever really existed.

I've also thought about that more than once.

But it exists now, yes? Yes.

But that receipt was made by us, not Picasso.

Sometimes you have to change things so that everything remains the same.

The important thing is that the "Guernica" is in Spain, thanks to you.

And you're still questioning why we let women vote.

Let's see.

Damn, Leño.

But its brand new. I owe you a birthday present.

I love how it smells. That's why I bought it for you in vinyl

because you are a classic. What I am is old.

I was at this concert, did I ever tell you?

Yes, a few times, Dad. I repeat myself like a grandpa.

Is something wrong, son?

I imagined myself at that age.

Me too.

But not with your mom.

Really, you don't have to tell me everything.

You were very small.

Your mom and I had just been through a rough time and then.

I met her.

Her name was Raquel.

I saw her and I said:

"There is the love of my life".

What are you going to do?

Blame the calendar for not meeting her first?

Life is like blackjack, you never know when to stay.

But in the end you stayed with us.

I would like to tell you that...

it was me who was brave enough to end it,

but no, it was her.

I'll never forget that day.

It was three days after we went to the Leño concert

and suddenly she showed up crying, saying she was leaving me.

I never knew why.

I never saw her again.

Well, I guess I'm thankful she did it, I suppose.

I love your mother a lot, I've always loved her.

And you are the most important thing that has happened in my life.

But not one day goes by that I don't remember Raquel.

I love you, son.

I love you too, Dad.

I should have listened to you.

I should have left them alone. Don't think about it anymore.

You did what you thought was right.

What I thought was right or what I wanted to be right?

My mother always said that we children are selfish.

How right she is. With all that she talks

it would be nice if sometimes she wasn't right.

I shouldn't speak ill of her.

The truth is she'd do anything for me and she's my mother.

Yeah, mothers are like the rose in "The Little Prince".

There are many roses, but the only important one is yours.

"The Little Prince"? You haven't read it?

I'm going to give it to you.

Just reading it will make traveling to the future worth it.

Would you do me the honor of accompanying me? Where?

To savour our triumph.

It's so moving.

It reminds me of Goya's execution paintings.

I don't understand why it is painted without any colors.

White, black and gray.

As though it were a photograph from a newspaper

in a story about the bombing.

I didn't know you knew about art.

I don't.

But it was Maite's favorite painting

and she told me everything about it.

She always said that it wasn't possible to have more meaning in one painting.

Even if you think it still looks like a few badly painted dolls.

Not anymore.

The closest date to the door of the dig

is in Salamanca in February 1520.

It's the people's revolt against Carlos I.

I look like I'm in a tuna band. I'm just missing the sash and the tambourine.

Just what we needed.

The king of Castile stays in Castile.

Tell me who you work for.

This jail is inhumane.

Don't complain, you all have Guantánamo.

He travels in time through a tunnel.

They can move it in time and space

and it runs on nuclear energy.

Have you used the poison and the antidote?

Just like you taught me.

My mother gave birth crossing the river,

that's why they call me Lázaro de Tormes.

Lazarillo de Tormes was real?

For Santiago and for Spain!

He was the Ministry's best agent and now he's rotting among the worst.

Something's going on here.

I could tell you things about your future and get whatever I wanted.

- I'm dying! - There are deaths in every battle.

I might not know as much about life as you, Superman,

but there's one thing I'm sure of: if I can save a life, I save it.

Door 598 has disappeared from our map. What's happening?

- Community! - Don't even think about fighting.

- The US Ambassador demands his immediate extradition.

Come on, there's no time to lose.

No agent left behind.

That's enough! A lot things that are prohibited,

but sometimes you have to break the rules.