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Arquelogical Excavations Salamanca, 2015.

Careful.

Look over here.

But that's incredible.

Yes, looks like the work of Fernando Gallego.

He was one of the primary Hispano-flemish artists in Salamanca.

He died in 1507.

Careful. And you're telling me to be careful.

Hold on. There's something.

Could you hand me the tools?

Here.

It can't be.

Were there mobile phones in the 16th century?

Chapter 6 Time of Rogues.

They found this phone in a 16th century dig site?

The archaeologists must have flipped out.

One is under psychiatric care, that's all I'll say.

And it couldn't be a hoax, that someone put it there later?

The analysis indicates that it is not a hoax.

The artwork that they found disappeared around the same time.

Looks like the thieves hid it there.

Ali Baba's cave in the 16th century.

Except that one of the thieves is from the 21st century.

The phone's owner. Yes, and we know who it is.

- "Mr. Díaz Bueno. - Do you want to make a statement?"

- Mr. Díaz Bueno, will you return the money you stole?

-Will you file an appeal with the judge?".

Agents, I present to you Alberto Díaz Bueno.

Isn't he the one who escaped last year?

The same. He founded ALDIB,

a business specializing in communication and consultation.

Later he invested in brick and travel agencies.

He created an empire for which he received accolades

as a businessman and entrepreneur. He took money from Spain

and he didn't pay workers, he fired all his employees... a charlatan.

And why isn't he in jail? He was,

but he escaped while on a weekend pass.

A pass? These days prisoners

enjoy such freedoms? Only those that steal a lot.

A lot or a little, how is it possible he can time travel?

That's what we've been investigating since we heard the news.

We've recovered the data from the phone's SIM card

and this phone holds a copy.

Through that we know who Díaz Bueno called

the week before he disappeared.

He called his lawyer, his mother, his girlfriend...

and an unidentified number 20 times.

What do you mean unidentified? It has to be registered to someone,

even if it's prepaid.

It belongs to one Enrique Gil de la Riva 20 years deceased

who never recharges it in the same place.

Maybe if we call the number... We've already done that,

no one ever answers.

To sum up, we have to catch this bastard

and bring him back to be tried. Exactly.

The closest date to the door of the dig

is in Salamanca in... February 1520.

Salamanca, 1520.

That's during the people's revolt against Carlos I.

You won't be traveling during the conflict.

The revolt took place two months later.

Everything will be fine if you don't take sides and you concentrate on the mission.

Ah, another thing.

This is the sketch that Velázquez made of Díaz Bueno.

In case you have to ask around.

You'll leave immediately.

You, Ernesto, will personally supervise the operation.

And me? I have another mission for you.

I want you to take charge of something important to the Ministry,

interrogate Walcott.

He should be almost ready to talk.

One week in an 11th century prison will wear anyone down.

Hey, hey!

Call! Call the US embassy, please.

Call the US embassy, please.

Is there a problem?

No. Yes.

Yes there is.

Leiva is imprisoned there, that's all.

I know what Leiva meant to you.

And to the Ministry.

But we have to turn the page.

Look, Irene, for the first time since the Ministry came into existence

we have found a time traveler who travels is a manner that...

that we don't control.

And that's a serious subject.

Very serious.

I know. I'll interrogate Walcott right away.

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

That's the point, to look like a tuna band singer.

Aren't I supposed to pass for a student at Salamanca?

Don't take offence. That's where the word comes from.

"Tunante" or "sopista" were the poor students

who earned their meals with their musical talent.

Is there anything this woman doesn't know?

And who should I say that I am, if I am asked?

You're going to war with the king, to Flanders.

That character will not be hard to play.

But beforehand you're leaving your wife in a convent,

that's you, Amelia.

Nun, loving wife, prostitute...

How few roles there are for a woman in the past.

The door is 598. It will take you just outside of Salamanca.

Good luck.

I like to see you smiling. You don't do it much lately.

I prefer to travel to a time where I haven't been born yet,

neither me nor my family.

That's better than being dead and buried.

Here it is.

Come on.

Go out, I don't fit. Don't push.

I'm going, I'm going.

We're in a chapel. Get out, my God.

This is smaller than a coffin.

The door is in a confessional.

Good thing the priest wasn't in there. He would have got a heart attack.

I don't think anyone's come here to confess in a long time.

It looks abandoned.

It's strange that they didn't send anyone to meet us.

Not enough staff, as always. True.

It's only four years after the coronation of Carlos I

and the Ministry didn't come into its own until the end of his reign.

Let's see where we are.

According to the map, the chapel is north of Salamanca.

about two leagues. And that is...?

That is two hours walking at a good pace.

Finally you've come to release me.

Don't kid yourself.

You don't like this slop, right?

I think you'll like this better.

How do you like the 11th century?

This jail is inhumane.

Don't complain, you lot have Guantanamo.

Although there, if you escape you're still in the 21st century.

Tell me who you work for.

If you want to get out of here you have to give me something in exchange.

I've lived through wars,

been tortured,

and no one's got me to talk yet.

Why would I talk to you?

Because the hamburger you're eating is poisoned.

And this is the only antidote.

Stomach pain is the first symptom.

Later you won't be able to stand.

And in a couple of hours you'll be dead.

Two hours.

I'll be back soon.

Meanwhile I'd like to interrogate another prisoner.

His name? Armando Leiva.

Is there a problem?

The time doors should be like the train,

and let you off in the center of the city.

Do you know what is the biggest problem in your time?

You are lazy. So many inventions make your lives too comfortable.

They call it progress.

In the main you you have progressed very little.

Scoundrels like the one we are pursuing do not pay for their crimes,

just like in my time. And in mine.

Help! Help!

Someone is in trouble.

Alonso! Alonso! He's going to get into trouble

straight off. Just what we need.

Two against one.

Are you always so brave?

- Thank God. - I haven't given you permission to talk.

Who invited you to this party?

Party? No. But perhaps your funeral.

Calm down.

I can take care of these louts by myself.

He scares me when he smiles like that.

For Santiago and for Spain!

"Nah", just a bump, nothing serious. Good thing.

Does it hurt much? A little. Ah.

I am in your debt, sirs, miss.

More like you're in debt to Alonso.

You weren't doing so badly for only having a stick.

These are troubled times and so I try to always carry it,

but if you hadn't appeared, I don't want to imagine.

Those weren't any old robbers. They dressed like nobles.

That's because they were nobles.

In the wealthy families the oldest brother inherits everything

and the younger ones prefer robbing travelers to working.

It would be best if we journeyed on all together.

For me, a pleasure.

Climb up here. It's not much longer to Salamanca,

but the way gets slower.

I don't yet know your name. I'm Amelia, and you?

My name is Lázaro.

Go.

How long has it been?

Almost eight years.

I don't suppose you came here just to see me.

No.

I had to interrogate another prisoner.

Did you use the poison and the antidote?

Just like you taught me.

You were a fast learner.

I learned from the best.

Do you remember my first day at the Ministry?

Welcome to the Ministry of Time.

Well, this is nothing.

I have to introduce you to everyone.

I've told them that you're a great recruit.

How are you?

At first I counted the days,

but there stopped being any sense to it.

For what, if they're never going to release me?

Do you want me to call a doctor?

An 11th century doctor?

No, thank you.

What did they tell my wife?

That you died on a mission.

Did she believe it?

Yes. Good.

She receives a pension from the Ministry.

Salvador.

Salvador has always been an elegant guy.

A bastard, yes, but elegant.

I only asked for what was fair.

How many times did I risk my life to save someone famous?

Their lives were worth less than any one of ours,

than my son's.

How can they just let a little boy die of leukemia?

In the 21st century most children are cured.

One simple trip would have been enough.

You should have done it in secret. Never.

What would be the point of saving my sick son,

if a coworker couldn't save theirs?

Or their wife's.

All or none.

That's why I rebelled.

It would be better if you left.

Remember what you always told us when we started?

No agent left behind.

Tell me what I can do for you.

Tell me the name of who betrayed me.

One day they'll have to pay for what they did to me.

To me and my team.

And do you make a good living as a comedian?

Just enough, but I'm free.

It's better that being a servant, which I also was, as a boy.

In a noble house?

As noble as a blind man, a penniless nobleman

or a stingy clerk can be.

But I learned something from each one, even though it was through hunger and beatings.

Woah, mule.

Look, Salamanca.

Thank you.

What a beautiful view. Yes, very.

My mother gave birth just as she was crossing this river.

That's why they call me Lázaro de Tormes.

Are you coming to Salamanca to visit your family?

No. No, I haven't heard anything about my mother for a long time.

and my father died in Gelves ten years ago.

In Gelves? Mmhmm.

In that battle many brave men died.

Most likely, you are the son of a hero.

No. No, my father took care of the mules

and went to war to avoid being jailed for theft.

Do not be ashamed. All who fight and die in battle

are heroes.

Well then I'd rather not be a hero.

It is enough for me just to see the sun and have something to eat every day.

That is my war.

It has been since I was born.

My father dead, my mother sent me to serve a blind man

as poor as we were.

I will never forget how bad he made my life.

Not a day passed without him beating me.

What? You served him and he beat you?

Right here he gave me my first blow to the head.

Like the stone bulls. I still have the scar.

Son of a bitch. He was.

But I would be lying if I did not tell you that he taught me how life is.

I remember one day a vintager

gave us a bunch of grapes out of charity.

"Today I want you to see the trust I have in you"

I will eat a grape, then you can eat one

as long as you promise me not to take more than one.

That way there won't be any deceit.

I... I promise, sir".

We started to eat them that way.

But on the second round, the blind man took two grapes,

And I did the same.

Since he had broken the pact, I kept taking three or four

while he took two.

In that way we finished the bunch.

"Lázaro, you've deceived me."

I would swear to God that we finished that bunch too quickly,

and that you've eaten the grapes three at a time.

No, sir. Why do you think that?

Because I ate them by twos and you kept quiet, you scoundrel.

Don't complain nor cry, money I can not give you,

but life lessons I can".

He cured me of my innocence.

He taught me that to survive I could not trust anyone in this life.

Well, our paths divide here.

Weren't you going to Salamanca? Yes.

Tonight I will set up my show in a back alley

but until nightfall, better to not enter the city

or they might mistake me for a beggar.

A royal ordinance prohibits beggars

from outside the city,

and I have not been in Salamanca in years. How awful.

As if poverty had borders.

A sign of the times.

If you would like to come see my show tonight, you would be most welcome.

I'd love to. Me too,

but there are more important things to do.

Before you go and since you are from these parts,

do you know this man? No.

But if he is from Salamanca, I am the wrong person to ask.

Like I said, I have not visited in a long time.

Goodbye, my friends. Hopefully I live long enough to return the favor.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Giddyup.

Was what I just heard true

or am I dreaming? No.

It's Lazarillo de Tormes in the flesh.

I don't know what you are talking about,

but remember that we have a mission to complete.

Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man?

No.

Sir, something to eat, for my children.

Yes.

Here. God bless you.

Have you ever seen this man?

No.

Something is going on here. They see this picture

and turn away scared. Let's try her.

Excuse me, ma'am.

There are rude people in every time period.

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

I'm dying.

Are you going to talk now?

Pardon, father.

May I ask you a question?

Do you know him?

Yes.

He is evil incarnate.

He is the chief magistrate.

Don Alfonso de Bueno.

Out of all the Salamancans,

we're looking for the most protected man in the whole city.

- Strangers asking for me? - Yes, yes.

but they don't know your name nor your position.

- That's suspicious. - How many strangers?

Two men and a woman.

Watch them.

I want them sleeping in the dungeon by tonight.

Can you explain to me what a chief magistrate is?

He's the king's representative and his confidence man.

He collects taxes, imparts justice and maintains order among the public.

Now I understand his popularity.

It's surprising that Díaz Bueno rose so high in such a short time.

He doesn't lack gall. Look, Lázaro's about to start.

Ladies and gentleman,

welcome to the Lázaro show.

If my clever prose makes you laugh,

it speaks well to your intelligence.

If you do not laugh, remember: "Quod natura non dat, Salmantica non praestat".

"The university won't give you what nature has denied you."

I figured that. But take care,

from experience I can tell you when nature does not provide,

it will also take away.

So Walcott...

He travels in time through a tunnel.

That's what he confessed to.

He says that they can move it in time and in space

and it runs on nuclear energy.

Someone must be investing a lot of money in that.

Specifically, the company that designed the device

is Darrow Limited Company.

Although in the beginning they only

planned to organize tourist excursions in time.

But tourism is one thing

and interfering in matters of State, another

like in the case of "Guernica".

And I fear the worst. Me too.

But I couldn't continue questioning him.

He was very weak and I had to leave him.

I'll go back tomorrow.

Ok.

A time tunnel, right?

The truth seems just like something off television

except that on tv shows the good guys win in the end

and in real life they don't.

In real life the bad guys usually win.

Servants, I am going to collect funds

to travel to the coronation in Aachen.

I am your King!

The Kind of Castile stays in Castile!

And learns to speak our language.

Foreigners leave!

Be still, friends.

- Things are bad all over. - Stop the stealing.

This humble comedian will make sure the King

does not pocket even one more coin.

This kid could have a career in television.

A man talking to a doll? Are you insane?

He wouldn't be the first, I assure you.

Thank you, friend.

Well, I thought he was funny. He was disloyal to the King.

He has his reasons. Thank you!

Gentlemen, ma'am.

Waiter, another pitcher for my friends.

How are you? Did you like it? Yes.

No. Alonso.

Those guys are here for us.

Don't even think about fighting.

You might take these, but outside there will be more. Leave it to me.

You should come with us.

- Us? - No, not you, wretch.

Although I could arrest you for instigating against the King.

Are you talking about this little guy?

If you insist, you can come with us too.

- Community, community! - Throw them out in the street.

What is all this about "Community"? The motto of the commoners.

That's it. Come with me.

- Out, on the street! - Out!

You weren't in the inn by coincidence.

You followed us. I knew you would have trouble.

Why were you asking about Alfonso Bueno in the middle of the street?

How could you not know he is the magistrate of Salamanca?

We're from very far away.

Tell us about the magistrate. It seems like everyone fears him.

He is a thief and a tyrant.

Damn him and the king who sent him.

You also disrespect the King.

And why should I not?

He says he's the King of Spain, but he doesn't speak our language,

he gives all the positions of power to foreigners

and takes all our money to Flanders

while the people die of hunger and cold.

How...?

How can I tell anyone who sins that they will go to hell

when so many already live there?

Stay here.

Father, pardon, one more question.

There was a young man with us that they've arrested.

The comedian.

He must be in the magistrate's dungeons.

If he's lucky they'll put him on a ship...

or send him to war. And if he's unlucky?

He'll never get out of the dungeon alive.

Who are the men and the woman

- who were with you? - I don't know.

I've told you that I know they were looking for you because they carried your portrait.

- Where are they hiding? - I don't know.

- You helped them escape. - They helped me...

when some thieves attacked me on the road to Salamanca.

I owed them a favour.

Do you know the punishment you could face

for being an accomplice to enemies of the crown?

I know nothing of laws. I am only a comedian.

A comedian who jests at the King.

If you pardon me I will leave the profession. I swear.

You can be sure of the second part. But not the first.

No, no! Ah!

Don't put it on an aluminum tray.

The other day I put one in the microwave and almost burnt down the house.

Oh, invention from hell...

Ten years in the 21st century and still making errors like a novice.

Don't worry. Technology moves faster than people.

Yes, too quickly.

Give me a sandwich, please, and a beer.

- No glass. - Coming up.

You eat dinner here? Yes, dear, yes.

The world is backwards.

You have someone waiting for you at home and you eat here

and I take my dinner home where no one's waiting.

Life's ironies.

Yep.

Sometimes life's a little too ironic, to put it mildly.

Bad day?

Bad, no, worse. Come on,

spill it, what happened?

Today I went to the Ministry's 11th century prison,

to interrogate the American.

Don't tell me you spoke to Levia.

It's prohibited. A lot of things are prohibited,

but sometimes you have to break the rules.

And how is he? Well, bad, very bad.

And worst of all, forgotten.

He was the Ministry's best agent.

He saved so many during terrible times

and he's rotting among the worst.

Damn, it's unfair. He made a mistake.

We all make them.

Do you know what's the worst part?

Me being here drinking a beer

when he only has contaminated water to drink.

As bad as I feel today,

tomorrow I'll undertake another mission and I'll forget about him.

Just like everyone else.

There are many people suffering in this world,

but until we see them up close we don't have any idea they exist.

It's unfair. I'm not talking about the world, Angustias,

I'm talking about this place, in this Ministry.

and what it means to go through door 36.

Because they might be dangerous criminals,

but the inhumane conditions in that prison

are also criminal, and it's a disgrace, my friend.

Tell Salvador.

Suggestions are worthless here, you know that.

Poor Leiva.

They can give you the Ministry's dirtiest jobs

for more than half your life...

and if one thing goes badly, "don't know you, don't care".

Don't speak a word of this, please. Don't worry.

Secretaries are secret-keepers.

Well.

And what have you heard about Amelia and her guys?

Nothing yet.

They're still in 1520 looking for Díaz Bueno.

We're here to detain Díaz Bueno.

What happened to that comedian

is none of our concern. Yes, it is.

Without Lázaro we would be in prison.

It was you who rushed in to rescue him against the boss's orders.

Or did you forget that?

It was your actions that caused our paths to cross.

True, but now here we are

and we have to continue with our task.

How little you know about life.

Then explain it to us, if you are so smart.

Life is like war.

You lose allies, friends... In every battle there are casualties.

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.

He is just a puppeteer. No! He's Lázaro de Tormes.

If he dies he won't write one of the pivotal works in our literature,

the first picaresque novel In my time it's read in universities.

Those rogues don't set a good example. They swindle, rob...

Most likely, if that novel isn't written,

there will be less crime in the following eras.

Look at that, now the soldier has become an inquisitor.

Watch your mouth.

Or what?

You can split my lip, but that won't make you right.

I'm telling you. That's enough!

I'm in charge, understand?

I've always understood. He doesn't seem able to.

The Ministry's mission is to stop the past from changing, so that's what we'll do

with Díaz Bueno and with Lazarillo.

How many times have I said to call before...?

Don't raise your voice.

Lola.

What are you doing here?

That's exactly what I wanted to ask you.

You tricked me.

Are they really worth a lot?

This Fernando Gallego yes.

You won't complain about your commission.

You know that there are things that matter to me much more than commissions.

-Anyone home?

There they are.

- Have you brought the mules? - Yes, they're outside.

Fine.

-Holy Mother of God.

You have enough here to fill a church.

What are you waiting for? Take everthing that you see.

But... this is worth more than what you're paying us.

What do you mean?

That maybe you should leave and we'll take it for our own benefit.

Don't be stupid.

He called me stupid.

No man has ever lived to boast of insulting me.

- Murderer. - It would be best if you left

if you don't want to end up like him.

Come on, let's leave, quickly.

And what will we do with all this?

I have gold enough to spare without taking this junk.

How did you figure out I was alive?

They've been calling me from your old phone.

My phone?

- But I lost it in... - Someone's found it.

and they've come looking for you here.

- Two men and a woman. - Mmhmm.

- Help me find them, Lola. - I'm doing just that

so I can turn you over to them.

- I can give you whatever you want. - Shut up.

You want to change history to benefit yourself

and I'm not going to let you.

You travel in time to deal your antiques.

- I do it to remain free. - No.

You do it to continue robbing people.

If I don't rob them, another will.

There have been and will always be the poor and the rich.

- and I don't want to be one of the former. - That's always been clear to me.

And what's always been clear to me is that you are no more

than a shoddy revolutionary.

Right now everyone dreams that the rebels will free them from all this,

but you and I know that isn't so,

that within one year, in Villalar

they'll cut off the heads of Padilla, Bravo and Maldonado.

Huh?

Come on, Lola.

March.

-Come on, "inside".

- Ow. - What a brute.

This is no way to treat a lady...

- A slut, you mean. - Shut up, imbecile.

How can you confuse a whore with a lady?

He's right.

What lady would spend the night in here?

Er... I don't know.

But your soft hands give you away.

Ah.

For what unjust reason have you been jailed?

You first.

For mocking the King and the magistrate.

Well then, we're here for the same thing.

Do you know what they'll do with us?

You thought that I wouldn't come back.

Trully, I didn't.

Look.

They're for the cough. Here.

And the syrup too. Drink a little.

Drink.

No agent left behind.

None.

Wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up. What? What's happening?

A cart is leaving for Seville at mid-morning,

they say with the prisoners from last night.

Surely Lázaro is in there. And why are they going to Seville?

They're taking them to the Indies. We have to stop them.

Yes, but how?

Let me see.

Show me the route that the cart will take.

Thank you.

We've saved the lives of Lope de Vega, El Empecinado...

In short, people whose lives and works are known.

And?

Now we're going to save someone who everyone thinks

is the product of an author's imagination.

It's as if you told me I was going to rescue Batman and Robin.

And who are they? Here they come.

Stop! Woah.

Your journey has ended.

Kill those fools.

Don't move or you're a dead man.

Get down off the cart.

The keys.

On the ground. Face down.

You are free.

Where is Lázaro? The magistrate has him locked up.

Bad break.

Come out. Don't be afraid.

We aren't highway robbers.

I know.

Just what we needed.

What?

Lola Mendieta again?

Of course, now we know who helped Díaz Bueno escape

and also become magistrate.

Since that man is a blockhead

who knows less than a child in Sunday school.

She says she came here to bring him to 2015.

Don't believe her. That women is a bigger liar that Judas on Holy Week.

Bring her to the Ministry immediately.

We have another problem, saving the life of Lazarillo de Tormes.

Lazarillo de Tormes is real?

But... But that's impossible.

That's what I thought, too, but I swear to you it's him.

He told us the story of what happened on the Roman bridge in Salamanca

and that his father died in the Battle of Gelves.

Our literature wouldn't be the same without Lazarillo.

No, no, that's true.

I swear I only believe it because I'm hearing it from you.

What are our orders?

Go to the door in the chapel.

Ernesto will be there to bring back Lola Mendieta.

Then you will continue with the mission.

So be it.

It would be best if you leave immediately.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

But who has humiliated you in this manner?

-They were two men and a women.

One of them had a small...

arquebus I've never seen before.

Not just cowards, liars too.

Wait.

Do you know where they were headed?

No, but wherever they went

they took the woman who was in the cart.

It seemed like they knew her.

They were also looking for someone among the prisoners, one Lázaro.

Leave.

What are your orders?

Send for the scribes right away.

They want to find their friend, the comedian.

Well, they'll find him.

And we'll find them.

You're making a mistake.

I was going to turn over Díaz Bueno, I swear.

You always say the same thing, that you help innocent people,

that the Ministry does nothing for the past.

Because that's the truth. As true

as the fact that you brought that bastard Díaz Bueno here.

It was your telephone we were calling, right?

Yes. Bringing that man here

was a mistake I'll always regret.

I advise you not to speak with prisoners

especially not with this opportunist who seeks to ensnare us.

I'm an opportunist?

If I were an opportunist, I could tell you things about your future

and get whatever I wanted. Neither future nor past.

She only knows half the story

and she wants us to believe she can tell the whole thing.

Is that what you think?

And do you think that too, Amelia?

Don't even answer her.

The chapel is close now. Let's go.

Where's the confessional?

It seems like you are going to need me after all.

Does Díaz Bueno know about this door? No, I brought him through another.

An unofficial door. But, who could have taken it?

-Stop, stop.

My back is breaking.

Mine too.

But if we don't take this confessional to the lodge,

the elders will tar and feather us.

Stealing a confessional. I've never done anything so stupid.

I hate hazing.

Well, at least the chapel wasn't haunted like they said.

Witchcraft does not exist.

It is just tricks to fool idiots.

I am going to pee.

I said that the confessional was too heavy.

Relax. Relax, eh? I can explain.

Don't be scared.

Still don't believe in spells and witchcraft?

Everything has an explanation in science and study.

Are you crazy? Are you going inside?

Good afternoon.

Are you going to talk to him or not?

Shit, tell him. Use your head.

Or horns. Look at me. Two days off just in time for Carnival.

Fun, fun, super fun.

- What did you see? - Hell itself.

We should burn him and destroy the confessional.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Here.

They must have put it down to rest.

Yes?

An alarm. Door 598 has disappeared from our map.

What's happening?

What...? They stole it?

No, I'm afraid it's something much worse

and that Ernesto's life is in danger.

Find him. Priority one.

Just what I need.

We're alone. The door has disappeared from the Ministry.

But Ernesto was coming through there. They haven't heard from him.

Hey, Do you..? Do you smell smoke?

Yes, you're right.

And it's coming from there.

It's an honor to have you here, Mrs. Torres.

Don't be a hypocrite. You'd be happier to see a hemorrhoid.

Please, don't take it the wrong way.

I care very much for my hemorrhoids.

And to what do we owe this visit?

As the liaison between the government and this Ministry,

I'm here to request the immediate release of this man.

The US Ambassador demands his immediate return.

- And how does he know that we have him? - The Internet.

You typed "Paul Walcott" in the search engine

and alarms sounded in some Washington office.

It wasn't hard for them to trace your IP.

They know all of our secrets

and we don't know theirs.

To think that at one time we were an empire...

- Times change, and almost never for the better.

You know that better than anyone.

But that man was just about to make it

so that "Guernica" wouldn't be in the National Museum.

But there it is.

- Good work. I congratulate you. - I didn't know...

I'm sorry. Orders from above.

I love that phrase. It saves so many explanations...

And what will we do if Walcott or another like him

tries to interfere with history?

Do what you have to do, but don't leave any evidence.

That way you'll save me from having to visit you again.

Get away from that man!

It is not a man. It is a devil that's come out of there.

Now we know why the door has disappeared in the Ministry.

Are you also demons? Yes, and of the worst kind.

You have a certain propensity for bonfires, Ernesto.

Yes, it must be genetic.

Cut here. Here.

How are we going to get back now?

Through my door?

In exchange for what?

My freedom.

I don't trust her. Do we have an alternative?

No.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

"Swift and certain punishment for Lázaro de Tormes."

It's a euphemism. They'll cut off his head.

We have to stop it. I don't know how.

The magistrate isn't stupid, no.

He's chosen the 12th of February as the date of execution.

What happens on that date?

It's the day that the friars from San Esteban,

Augustinian and Franciscan, will go to the plaza and read our complaints to the King.

Now we won't be able to do it.

When I read the Bible,

I long for the God that intervened in the lives of men.

When there was no food for a wedding, he multiplied the bread and fishes,

when the pharaoh pursued Moses and his people

he opened a path through the sea so they could pass,

when Saul was going to Damascus to kill Christians

lightning struck, he fell from his horse...

and he became an apostle.

That is what comes from confusing fiction and reality.

Like with Lázaro?

Would you like to tell me what you are talking about?

And why not?

Tomorrow go and make your complaints to the magistrate.

That will be a big help.

Now let us rest. It's been a long day.

You deserve it.

That bastard hasn't scheduled Lázaro's execution

to avoid chatting with the friars.

Lázaro is bait, a trap so they can arrest us all.

Not only that. It's a show to demonstrate their power.

Well if it's show he wants, he'll get it.

What are you working on, Julián? A miracle.

But to pull it off I need your door.

And I need it now.

Come in.

How did you get here? Through Lola's door.

And your teammates? Fine, but there's no time.

I need your help.

Silence!

Silence!

The law is about to be carried out.

Therefore today, the people of Salamanca will bear witness to what happens

to those who speak against the King or me, in word or deed.

Will you say a few last words

and so die with honor?

I will not die with honor because I have never had any.

When you kill me you will only take away my life.

That is the only thing I have.

It is time.

Wait!

-Who are you?

One who represents all the Salamancan friars.

Then pray for the soul of this wretch.

We came come to present to you our grievances.

- And that is what we will do. - And is there not a better moment

- to do that? - No.

We ask that the King not take Castile's money

- out of Castile. - That's it.

- Well said. - That he does not give power

- to foreigners. - You ask for much, upon my soul.

- Not as much as you, who triples our taxes by force.

I triple them by the grace of God.

Seize this loud-mouthed friar.

A respectable friar knows that the King's power comes from God,

and I represent the King. No one can argue that.

Yes, there is someone who can argue it.

God himself.

Well, another enlightened one.

It's one of them.

This one won't escape again.

But keep watch, there are still two more and Lola.

Come up here

and show us all how God can debate this subject with us.

You say that Lázaro is guilty

and the people here say that the guilty one is you.

The way to know the truth is very easy:

let God decide. How?

The same way as with St Paul.

Invisible lightning will descend from the sky

and strike down with its divine power the true culprit.

Nonsense. Don't you think that God has more important things

to worry abo...?

- Oh! Miracle. - Miracle!

Miracle!

Miracle!

God has spoken.

God... God has spoken!

God has spoken!

God has spoken.

Let's go. There's no time to lose.

You should be more careful from now on.

I will be.

I will leave the stage and return to my old life,

I have never known anything more dangerous than being a comic.

Do you know how to write? No, I do not.

You could tell your life to someone who knows.

It would surely be an exciting novel.

Who would be interested in my adventures?

Me, without a doubt.

Where will you go now? To Toledo, with Friar Juan.

We will both be safer there.

Good luck. You too.

And Díaz Bueno?

Sleeping like an angel.

That dart must have a powerful tranquilizer.

Enough to put down a bear, to be exact. And what will you do with me?

I already know where the door is, so...

We could wait here half an hour.

Half an hour. Not one minute more.

Good enough.

You're going to let her go?

The Ministry always keeps its word.

I don't understand. In war you don't free an enemy

unless they give you something in exchange.

Has he given us something?

You want more from me? Yes.

That you don't punish yourself for what happened.

I don't.

And you?

I've been punishing myself for many things for a long time, Irene.

Look, there he is.

I would like to push him into the well down the stairs.

Damn, it's unfair.

They're... orders from above.

I don't understand how this man can go free

and Leiva is still in that vile medieval castle.

I'm not saying he shouldn't be punished, but he deserves some dignity.

Tomorrow I'll personally see that he's moved to a better place.

After all this, I think that the moment to break the rules has arrived...

just this once.

I've brought your food, Leiva.

You could at least get up.

Leiva?

Leiva!

Good work. You've solved not just one problem, but two.

That's what miracle are for. Mmhmm.

By the way, great idea

about the tranquilizer darts, Mr. Martínez.

I watch a lot of nature documentaries.

And Díaz Bueno? Locked up in a psych ward.

He insists on continuing to proclaim that he's the magistrate of Salamanca.

They say that children and the insane never lie.

There's one thing I don't understand.

If Lazarillo dictated his life, why don't we appear?

Well, you did, but we couldn't allow what really happened

to be known, so... We censured it.

What else could we do? It's a shame that you didn't censure

the whole book. No, please, not again.

I've obtained the chapter in which Lázaro talks about you.

Of course, it can't leave the Ministry.

But you'll like it, I'm sure.

"On a trip to Salamanca"

I had the good fortune to meet three friends.

Their names were Alonso, Julián and the lovely Amelia,

a woman who could light up the night with her gaze".

My God, what mush.

"They say that the exception proves the rule and that was so,."

In a Castile without honor or dignity

they had an abundance of both". That I like.

There's one thing I don't understand.

If Lazarillo was real, why was the author unknown?

It's a mystery we'll never solve. There's an even bigger mystery

I can't get out of my head. What?

Would it have been written if you hadn't told Lázaro

that his life would make a good novel?

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

I have thought about what the lovely Amelia told me,

about writing a novel about my life.

It is a shame I do not know how to write.

If you like, you could dictate your life to me.

- You would do that for me? - Well of course.

And you would not have to pay me fot my work as a writer.

Ah, but if you write it, you sign it.

Later we'll split the earnings.

- Earnings. - Yes.

I have never known an author who lives off his writings.

Besides, I am very comfortable with anonymity.

Why?

If a lot of people read it, it could be our moment of glory, right?

If this book tells of our adventures,

it won't exactly be "Amadís", my friend.

More like a picture of this miserable Spain,

that needs to change soon.

And the King and the inquisitors won't like that.

Then say no more.

My book shall be by an anonymous author.

So be it.