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I could hide it a little. No need to draw attention.

I know, but I can't help myself.

Do you have the tickets ready?

Have I ever failed you?

I think that's your man.

I thought I wouldn't be on time.

It's fucking freezing.

Do you like meat?

I love mincemeat

William Martin, I suppose.

Nice to meet you. I'm Lola Mendieta.

It looks like you don't like German music.

I like more pasodoble. And you?

I am more into flamenco singing.

Why do you look at me like that?

I didn't imagine you would be so young.

Me neither that you would have an andalusian accent.

My mother is from Huelva, from Riotinto. There she met my father and...

Don't tell me anything about your life. If you get killed, I will feel it less.

I won't get killed. The Virgin of the Rosario protects me.

Shit.

Here you have all documentation. Run when I tell you.

We won't be able to get out of here both of us.

Now.

What time is it?

20:00

Well, it's being delayed.

-I do not understand why you want to see him.

Because I do not want to die, Lucia.

And I do not have much time anymore.

Put me some makeup, I do not want her to see me like that.

As you wish.

Take it.

I do not know what you're talking about. -They've murdered a man

in the interrogation room of the Ministry,

right in front of our noses.

Whoever did it, has run away.

I have nothing to do with it, Salvador, I swear to you.

Since I defected, I have only entered the Ministry

when you detained me and I helped you to destroy Darrow.

What sons of a bitch.

Because of them I'm dying

And therefore I have called you, so you may save me.

I'm not God.

But you run the Ministry

and you can stop Darrow from starting to travel in time.

Do it for me and you'll have the full book of the doors.

And what are you going to do?

I can not accept Lola's offer. Well, I do not know

if Lola has nothing to do with the murder of the Russian...

Whoever did it works in this Ministry,

in this one or in the former ones. No, this is impossible.

Never use that word in this house.

So far, well, a part of Lola,

we have always fought against enemies

who used doors of time unknown to us.

But they never entered in the Ministry.

They did not even know it.

Another rebellion.

Exactly. And the bad thing is that we do not have enough people

to monitor the corridors of the doors.

I know, not to mention VAT we paid the costumes at 21%

as if we were a theater company.

Yes, clear.

Much talk about how sacred our history is,

but for those who keep it intact not a single dime.

All because of me.

I feel responsible, you were right and I ignored you.

Yes, he was right, but I was up to my neck of tranquilizers.

So the logical thing is that you thought I was obsessed.

Do not blame yourself, Irene.

Excuse me, but it's urgent. It's Lola Mendieta.

Has died?

It's not about the current Lola Mendieta.

It's a call from the Ministry of 1943.

Damn, I know you can not change the story,

But fuck, the coffee

you could improve it a little bit, I dare to say.

It's something going on?

Tell me about Marta.

Come'n, Amelia, the ...

Well, life is not always as one wants.

Life is as it is.

Well, I came to 1981 and I was alone.

And I met Marta and, well ...

I'm not interested in you with Marta as a couple.

That you and I, we did it ...

That. Yes, that.

It did not mean for me to get engaged or something.

That I'm from the 19th century does not mean that I think

that women have to marry and have children.

Very good. So why do you ask me about Marta?

Did you let her escape?

Yes.

Yes.

Are you going to tell the boss?

No, I would never fail a partner.

But I hope you do not fail us either.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Do not tell me I've put on tight clothes again.

No.

Not at all, beautiful as always.

Is something wrong?

No, I'm fine.

No one would say so.

No, it's just ...

A call from work.

Just... what?

Do we really have to save that traitor?

Well, technically he has not yet betrayed us.

Realize that we are talking about 1943,

Ten years before we recruited her for the Ministry.

Lola Mendieta would be about 23 years old.

To save as a young person who is about to die now.

Are not we playing to be God?

No. We're trying to save history and this Ministry.

Ernesto, please.

Yes. Lola has been arrested by the Nazi army

when she was about to cross the border with an English officer.

He has managed to escape,

but she is being transferred to a concentration camp.

Where she will be tortured

Until she gives them the codes to the Mincemeat operation.

Twentieth Century Fox, "The Man Who Never Was".

Really, you know it?

That was the name of the film that told the whole story.

It was one of my favorite movies when I was kid.

and a key operation in World War II.

"Mincemeat" is not an English minced meat pie?

Off course. Minced meat, because of the corpse.

What corpse?

Pay attention, I'll explain from the beginning

For everyone to understand, okay?

In 1943, in the middle of World War II,

Germany had occupied almost whole Europe.

Spain had declared itself impartial.

Well, you know. The meeting of Hendaye, Hitler.

Yes, yes, yes, we know it perfectly, I assure you.

England, with occupied France,

had to react somehow.

The key was disembarking by the Mediterranean

And that's where the Mincemeat operation begins.

"Idea was deceiving Hitler.

English sent a submarine that arrived at the coasts of Huelva

and they dropped a corpse into the sea.

The currents would bring him to Punta Umbr¡a.

The dead man was an English officer.

The official story says that he was a beggar's

Who had committed suicide with rat poison.

I don't remember the name now.

A fisherman found him at sea.

The corpse carried false documentation to deceive the Germans.

There was saying that there would be a great landing in Greece

When in fact it was going to be in Sicily.

The documentation reached Hitler,

Who believed it like a child."

"Operation Mincemeat"

accelerated the end of World War II

and saved thousands and thousands of lives.

And what happens?

All of this will not happen

if Lola is interrogated and tells everything she knows.

Well, gentlemen, in your hands is that Hitler

have no chance of winning the Second World War.

Mr. Jim‚nez, who speak German,

will accompany you in the mission.

Where exactly do we go?

Tp Urdos, a French village.

Was not she locked up in a concentration camp?

Yes, the Gurs camp.

We need to intercept Lola before she gets there. Follow me.

I don't get it.

Are we going to invade foreign territory?

Is not it against the rules of the Ministry?

It's only a few kilometers and it's a matter of national security.

You've already been to New York and that's farther than Cuenca.

Or don't you remember, Alonso?

Well, we're here. Door 222.

The cookie that is ordered by its number.

Sorry, it was a silly thing from when I was little.

Gentlemen.

Let's go.

Lion head speaking. Change.

Could you repeat what you just said? Over.

Perfect, over and out.

Here they come. Everybody ready.

The rabbit is entering the warren.

Holly crap. A rabbit, a lion. Only one eagle is missing,

Our friend the crocodile and this become "Animal Planet", Is not?

What?

Jeff Corwin?

Come on, see you later. Holy crap...

"Halt!".

I should have stayed with Ernesto.

Yeah right. You really look like German...

Two jeeps are coming.

Fuck!

We must warn them.

"Ernesto".

He is not able to speak. If he catches him, the pall will realize.

If we do not get them out of there, they're going to fall like flies.

Hold on.

Fuck. Let's go.

Let's go, let's go! -Run, run!

Out!

Come with me.

Lola, come with me. There is no time to lose. Come on!

Holy crap.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

Run! We must save them!

That is crazy, Alonso. Run to the car! Come on!

Run! Run to that car!

Run, run away!

Come on, come on! -"Leave me."

Run away! Withdrawal. That's an order.

Ernesto! Flee!

Run away!

Don't think it over more. They have done what they can.

We must return to save Ernesto.

It's a suicide. They are already on notice.

Are we going to let them die?

Not at all. But we must hurry.

You must go to Huelva, exactly to Punta Umbria,

to 1943 and to locate the English man that escaped from the Nazis.

Remember: his name is William Martin.

Memorize this face.

This is him.

And what do we do when we find him?

Help him to make Mincemeat a success.

I do not have to explain anything to you because you know it by heart.

I will go with you to door 657, it will take you to ébeda.

There you will have a car so you can reach your destination.

Just one thing. The girl, Lola Mendieta,

she will end up being a traitor, but she could have escaped

instead, she stayed to try to save Ernesto.

It was just that.

I want a report of all the missions

which had been carried out by Lola Mendieta for the Ministry.

If she dies, we will have to redo all of them. And they are not few.

That means you expect Lola and Ernesto being dead.

It's better to be prepared for everything.

Angustias, call the Ministry of 1943.

It's urgent.

Wow. Looks like we're going to share cell.

It is to listen what we talk.

Only for that. I know their tactics well.

If you see me ragged after an interrogation,

is possible that I speak as long as they don't harm me anymore.

They are the Holy Inquisition.

Yes, I know a lot about that. I've studied it, go.

By God, Pacino, Can not you go faster?

I feel every second how my hair grows.

Alonso, if I accelerate, this thing burns.

Is not possible, this car is from the year dot.

Come on, come on! Look, that's why we are in a rush.

Oh, no, no. Now will be my fault.

They tell me that the replacement car ...

is about to come.

Now we're going to get fast, eh, Alonso?

Madness. You see.

I was referring to Operation Mincemeat.

It has a name of pastry,

uses a corpse to deceive the enemy.

You have to have the imagination of a writer

in order to think of something like that. He was.

Ian Fleming was his name,

worked for the British Secret Service.

Then he became a novelist, he created James Bond.

And who is that?

Don't tell me you don't know 007?

Get Smart?

Then, about Austin Powers, we do not even talk, right?...

Holy crap, pal.

I received a message from the Ministry of 1943.

Says that the canary will enter the cage.

Perfect.

Angustias.

Sit down, please.

If you want to write a letter, I'll go for my notebook.

No no. It is not a letter.

I just need to talk to someone to ...

not to burst inside.

Look at this picture.

Was taken just one year after she was recruited in 2007.

Ten years ago. -For us.

For her it was ... -1953.

A bad time for this country.

That's what wars have.

The funny thing is that the father of Lola Mendieta

He saw with good eyes the uprising of the 36.

He had business and was afraid Republicans would take it away.

Although they won, was not much use for him.

Someone close to power put his eyes

in the companies of Mr. Mendieta

and sent him to a reeducation camp.

In fact, it was a concentration camp,

But it was sounding fancier.

And they kept everything, their houses, their factories.

And your father?

He died of tuberculosis in prison.

My mother and I were exiled in Mexico.

But she missed her sister, so we went back to Madrid.

The French Resistance contacted me and I began to work for them.

How old were you?

20

And I already know French and English.

And had started to learn German.

I had been educated as what I was,

a good lady.

The perfect spy.

If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here.

How many did you save?

Many. 83.

They were all republicans or jewish people that were fleeing from repression.

I took the first ones to France

and the jewish ones, I brought to Spain so that the nazis wouldn't catch them.

Thanks.

I have jewish blood.

When WWI ended,

Lola thought that the allies would come to Spain

and that they would return the favour to her and to many other Spaniards

that had fought by their side.

But they didn't move a finger.

It came as a terrible blow to her.

When her mother died, she didn't have anything to fight for.

And you came.

Well, I gave her a reason to keep fighting.

But in her head there was always the same idea:

why not changing history

and avoid all the suffering?

You speak with sadness about her, despite all the headaches she has given you

I cannot even save her now from cancer.

Nor, possibly, can prevent that she dies with barely 23 years.

And all for a pirouette of history.

I do not understand you.

Here are all the missions

that Lola Mendieta performed as a spy for the allies.

She never took part in the operation Mincemeat,

never arrested by the Nazis

y el ingl‚s que supervis¢ lo de Punta Umbr¡a,

he did it entering from Portugal.

Is it nothing as it is happening now?

Nothing.

The simple flutter of a butterfly

can change the world.

Fucking Butterfly.

Let me.

Let me help you. Slowly.

Slowly, here.

Let me see. -No.

Take it easy.

Holy crap.

I have not spoken.

I didn't say anything, nothing.

Where do we start looking? We are Spaniards, from the bar.

They do not seem to get bored here. Who sings his sorrow frightens away.

And that time was very sad, I assure you.

Without seeing you

I only cry.

I can not be without seeing you.

I have a sorrow...

But, wasn't he English?

If he is, he has adapted fucking great.

... which obliges me to ask

if a love provokes death.

Ole.

Serve me one, Paco.

Everything ok.

What do you want, miss?

To talk with you.

Of what? Iïm a friend of Lola Mendieta.

Who has reported me? Nobody. We are here to help you.

In what?

Mincemeat.

And do you know anything about Lola?

She is still in prison

With a very dear friend.

So young. How sad. But, what happens in Spain?

They only recruit girls to fight fascism?

She's not as young as she looks, don't you think.

Let's go to what has brought us here.

I'm afraid there isn't much to do.

London has stopped Operation Mincemeat.

They think that Lola is going to talk and that the surprise effect will be gone.

If it's not done, Hitler could win the war.

Whether he wins or not, he has already changed our lives.

I refuse to fall without fighting.

If we give up, Lola's death will be in vain.

Ok, I will call London again.

"Mincemeat is aborted"

Motherfuckers. Son of a bitch!

You bastards! Fucking bureaucrats!

No no no! Calm down. Now keep your head cool.

It's that they have no idea, they have no idea.

To be English he swears in Spanish wonderfully.

William, shall we take a little walk by the beach?

And so we get fresh air, right?

Okay, let's go to the beach. Of course, let's go to the beach.

Let's go to the beach

At least they leave us the soup.

hum.

Take it easy.

Ay.

Thanks.

I hope those sons of bitches do not win the war.

They will lose. I'm sure.

Look, I've been about to die in battle twice.

That's the greatest honor for a soldier.

Alonso, do not mess around.

No, leave it. Your friend speaks like a soldier.

I am and I will be until I die.

Then you will understand me.

I have fought for democracy and freedom

so that my wife and my two children don't have to live in a shitty world.

And we will get it.

It's too late, daughter.

My wife died with my 12-year-old son in a bombing in London.

My other son enlisted in the army;

he didn't even last a week on the front in Africa.

I don't have anyone else to fight for.

But I need to take revenge on those nazi murderers.

and now I can not.

We understand your pain and that is why we want to help you.

We can arrange the operation from here.

From here, how? We need fake papers,

some bank bond,

a ticket to some London theater ...

and documents indicating the landing in Greece.

Well, and a dead body.

How do you know so much about the mission?

Lola told us. Just in case something happened to her.

If London doesn't do the Mincemeat operation,

we will do the Little-Meatball operation

Little-Meatball. Little-Meatball.

Good name, huh?

Come with me, I will introduce you to friends;

We are going to need them.

You are Andalusian, but look English

becuase of your customs.

Aha. -We're English, too.

Actually, we are a mixture of the two things.

It's what I find curious, being two cultures so different.

Like what happened with me. You met me singing Fandango.

He is the best blonde flamenco singer in the world.

No, no, we can confirm that.

Isabel, bring some more pastries, please.

My father and grandfather, like my husband's,

worked in the mines of Riotinto.

-Where I'm still working,

at Riotinto Company Limited.

They married people from Huelva

And brought the English customs, punctuality ...

Needed. -The tea...

Delicious. -And the football.

The last straw. The best sport in the world.

Do not tell me you like that absurd game?

William came to play at Recreativo de Huelva,

A "club" that was also helped to found by English people.

And a German, but, of course, were other times.

Where they have it,

Was a striking striker, an idol.

It was not that good,

Not good enought to play for Manchester United,

that was my dream.

And why do you think football is absurd?

A game where you can not use your hands

absurd.

I think we need to talk about other issues.

Of course, darling.

Isabel, let's go for a walk honey.

Well, Willy, tell me, What can I do for you?

Not again.

A priest?

In fact, I'm Father Azcarate. Don't trust.

If they let him in, means that he works for them.

I understand your anger,

but I assure you that I only work for God.

I'm sorry for what you're going through.

Do you want to go to confession? -Very friendly,

but I don't want.

When I die, I will tell God, if I see Him,

how abandoned his servants are.

-Time is what it is and we do not have much.

I think you should confess.

I have a message from Salvador Mart¡ for you.

I hear you. -Your companions are in Huelva,

reorganizing the operation with the English man.

But she should not talk.

No, she will not, she is strong.

Are you sure?

No.

The order is that if you see her falter...

You know what to do.

Take it.

My God.

Thousands of lives are at stake.

And history also.

Yeah, the fucking history.

I forgive you, my son, in the name of the holy ghost...

We're done, son of a bitch.

It's a relief that these blockheads do not understand Spanish, right?

Is not that the "walkman" worker?

Exactly, the same one that killed the Russian.

How did you find him?

I thought that if the method of these people

was not leaving loose ends,

this guy had little time left

and if he walked around the Ministry like in his own house,

he would surely be one of our agents, as you said.

I see. And you looked at the latest reports

of dead or missing agents.

Let me introduce you Francisco Rodr¡guez Melquiades,

agent of the Ministry of 1958.

Disappeared on a mission in the thirteenth century.

After committing a murder.

While pretending to be on another mission.

I will investigate if there are more agents of our Ministry

in the same situation, from this or other ages.

Excuse me.

Yes, tell me.

I have already given your message to Ernesto Jim‚nez.

Bad, it's bad.

The young woman is brave, but I do not think they will last long.

Thanks, Azc rate.

Stay in the area and ...

and keep me abreast of developments,

Although I'm afraid they will not be very positive.

I take care of Paco. I just talked to him.

Who is Paco? The best forger, an artist.

He will take care of the documents.

-Loyd Bank bond receipt, I have.

The official credentials?

Take mine.

Theater tickets?

I have got from my last trip to London.

The letters of the high command, the map of Greece?

He will get the map. Letters I have in my hovel.

Then I just need the photo.

Well ... and a dead body, right?

We have to wait for Paco to have all the documents

or the dead body will be wrinkled as a prune.

The important is that Nauss take the bait.

Who is Nauss? The German consul in Huelva.

He fought in the civil war against the Republic.

He was in the Condor Legion, the one that bombarded Guernica.

I will never understand how a soldier can kill innocent civilians.

Whoever does that is not a soldier, he's a fanatic.

Fortunately, I don't know him.

I did not come back here since before the war.

Fortunately who does not know is him to you.

And like that should stay, so leave me with the preparatios.

Gentlemen, we forget something important.

If we want to pass this guy for a British officer,

He should have a woman, a girlfriend.

Those details make the lies credible.

Well, we'll have to find one.

doesn't look pretty, Isabel?

Looks like an angel. -Thanks cutie.

Come on, a couple more photos And that's it.

Just a couple of photos? What about us?

No?

Come on come on. -Of course, fuck.

No, no, not me. Hey, quillo! Come come.

Leave me, leave me. Come on, Alonso!

Your soul is stolen! Come on.

That goes very well. Come on.

Change, change. I'm done, enough.

Only the ladies.

Now you. William, you.

I hold you. Ah!

There, there, there.

And now...

No, no, no.

Let's do the soccer goals, come on.

Hey! Fault!

­Pacino!

Is it something wrong?

Well...

The world about to fall apart,

Ernesto, God knows if he's alive,

and we here playing, so happily.

It is called spirit of survival;

we are born with it in the brain.

In the brain and in the soul.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

See what happens?

Come on, come on!

"I always dreamed about the day

in which there would not be fascists in the world".

That has always been the fuel of my life.

And I'm going to die without achieving it.

The world has always been complicated

And it will be more and more.

No...

It can not be fixed by one person.

But a single person can ruin it.

You're freezing.

Come here, come on, come here. -Don't you mind?

Of course not.

I'm scared, Ernesto.

I don't know if I can stand another interrogation.

Good Morning. Good Morning.

Where are you going? To write a love letter.

If he has a girlfriend, he will write love letters.

He would also carry letters from her.

But those I don't know if I will know how to write.

And they will know by the calligraphy that the same person has written them.

I'll go to the Naylor's to ask them to write the letters for me.

No need, I'll do it for you.

You know English? Aha.

To the level of Winston Churchill.

She is, for sure, a box of surprises.

A soldier would not carry love letters;

They would distract him.

Well, meanwhile,

We are going to take a little walk.

What is wrong with you? Bah.

Go on, tell me, come'n.

I feel ashamed to talk about my troubles

With such an important mission. Life is as it is,

You have to deal with it ... Do not be ashamed. Account.

I've been with Elena for a long time. Aha.

I swear to God I've never lain so much with a woman.

How good is that. Well, I can not get her pregnant.

Well one of three: Or you are sterile or she is

Or is taking the pill. What is that about the pill?

With all the time you have being in this century, and you still do not know ...?

They are called birth control pills

And if you take them, you avoid getting pregnant.

But ... But she should consult that with me, right?

Or can a woman take it without her man knowing it?

Come on. You'd better talk to her, okay?

But respects what she wants to do with her body,

Her body is hers, however much you love it.

And you, are you thinking about Marta?

No. I'm thinking of William Martin,

That the name is familiar to me and I do not know what.

You can look for it in the Network of Networks.

I've tried, but there's no signal.

Oh, sure.

Are you ok?

Yes, it is nothing.

Is it ready?

My God, love letters don't have to be so long.

Take it easy. I'm done.

And me also.

Well, now we're just missing ... one thing.

You have ten minutes. I wait in case someone comes.

No, too old.

Let's see the other.

Alonso.

This could serve us.

How is this poor soul going to be an English officer?

They will not believe it. Yes...

There are two more corpses. Let's go.

Amazing If we don't use makeup...

Well, already have a little moustache. Pacino, please. A respect.

It's true.

Well, we're fucked up, huh? Unless we kill someone,

I don't know where to find a suitable dead man.

Well, that would be the only solution, eh?

If it wasn't for I would never kill someone.

This is going to be impossible.

If they had helped us from London ...

Let's go.

"It has been an honor to have met you.

Remember me with affection.

Martin".

Are you insane?

I haven't been saner in my life.

You can't die.

Why not? No one is waiting for me at home.

You're coming back with me....

You said that there is no greater honor for a soldier

that die in battle, and this is my battle.

I can save thousands of lives. I can help to win a war.

Let me go, my friend.

Take it. I don't need it anymore.

Your wife and your children

will be very glad to see you again.

Was given to me before leaving.

Yes?

I'm Naylor.

And William?

He has decided to sacrifice himself.

Where is he?

Floating in the sea.

Stupid!

He sacrificed himself for nothing.

What do you mean?

London has been trying to communicate with him.

As they couldn't, they sent us an encrypted message.

The Mincemeat operation restarts.

Can't be.

It's. A submarine comes here

to dump a body to the sea with all the documentation.

Fuck!

"Oh, my God".

"What's the matter? What's happened?".

What the fuck, you damn fucking wire.

He's dead because a fucking loose wire.

We must recover the corpse of William.

And his death be in vain? No way.

Then they will find two corpses

and the mission will fail.

Naylor's right.

History has returned to normal; Better leave it like that.

What does it say?

They have sunk the submarine. There is no corpse.

Tell those simpletons that it's no longer necessary.

"Sir".

Mission continues.

Thank God. And to the Virgin of the Rosary.

If a neighbor finds the corpse, he might recognize it.

Or Nauss might find out. The Nazis don't leave loose ends.

What does that mean? That we have to disfigure his face.

And let the corpse come before the morgue.

I will speak with a fisherman of confidence to recover the corpse.

I will take care of the other issue.

I am sorry. I'm telling you how it happened.

Well, like the movie. Anything else?

Must wear the crucifix and medallion of the Virgin.

Why?

To be buried the same day instead of being taken to Germany.

This is a very Catholic people and they asked for respect for the dead.

Did you need a German doctor, Mr Nauss?

Yes.

Forensic science is not very advanced in Spain.

I don't think the forensics here are very bad,

Since "Herr Doktor" has determined the same as them.

Do you know German?

I am a businessman.

Nevertheless,

I want to take the corpse to Berlin.

No way!. He is an English subject.

We are at war. -Not in Spain."

And this man was Catholic.

Must have Christian burial right away.

If you want, you can call the mayor or the bishop.

I believe they will agree with me.

And they also have their contacts.

Fine.

What are you doing?

Taking the documentation that the corpse had.

That's an attack on his privacy.

I will not allow it.

I respect your spiritual matters.

The ones earthly ones are mine.

Mission accomplished.

Too bad that William can't celebrate.

He will be celebrating, wherever he is.

Sure. Will Ernesto be ok?

The truth is that I can't take it out of my head.

Well, neither him nor William ...

nor the young Mendieta.

But, do you know what I think to comfort myself?

That Hitler took it in.

Yes. "Call from Azc rate".

Put me through.

Tell me, Azc rate.

Ah! Ah!.

We need something to desinfect.

I think it will not be necessary anymore.

"Requiem aeternam dona eis, D¢mine.

Et lux perp‚tua l£ceat eis.

Requiescant in pace". Am‚n.

Isabel, I have to go.

But first I want you to promise me one thing:

that will be always flowers in this grave, okay?

Be careful with your shooting, fuckers!

Are you not afraid?

Yes, very much, but they don't need to know.

What's wrong? I don't know.

What's happening? Who are you?

Just in time.

Be quiet, for God's sake, that we had a puncture and I thought we wouldn't manage to get here.

Who are you?

Somebody who values your work very much, Miss Mendieta.

Thank you.

What are you going to do with her?

Recruit her.

After all, as history tells, I will recruit her in 10 years time.

Do you think she will change?

Well, it can always be changed.

Come in.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

Don't be cynical.

If you had cared about Lola, you would have saved her life.

And I have saved her.

I assure you that...

God, I'm sorry.

Everything that happens in the Ministry from now on

will be your fault, Salvador, your fault.

Lola has left a letter for you.

"Painted, not empty.

Painted is my house

of the colour of great passions and misfortunes.

I know why did the name of William Martin rang a bell.

I have checked the novel, I read it many years ago,

I have seen the movie, and it's the same.

A submarine left in the sea the corpse of a beggar

that committed suicide with rat poison, as an English officer.

Well, his name: William Martin.

But that means... It means

That what history tells is false or that we have changed it.

Or that history was waiting for us

so that what should be would happen. Don't go on, for God's sake.

I think about this issues

since I work for the Ministry,

and to think about it makes me dizzy.

But I only know one thing.

He was a soldier and a true man of honour.

For me to know that it's enough.

I wonder if there will still be fresh flowers at his grave.

It's alright, Grandma.

"Without a doubt, the damsel of my dreams

was the same that we had met at the ruins of Trasmoz.

She only gave us her name:

Menc¡a".

Help me.

My brother Valeriano captured her intriguing beauty.

in a drawing that I keep as it were gold.

"I have to find Menc¡a".

Seeking Menc¡a desperately.

Yes, something like that.

"From my cell", is the tenth letter from Gustavo Adolfo B‚cquer.

Tenth? He only wrote nine, didn't he?

Aha, that's it. Luckily,

We have intercepted the tenth on time, before it got published.

And we are going to prepare a mission

Because B‚cquer wrote one extra?

Instead of romantic cmedy, you should have looked for terror movies.

Then don't read the leyends of that B‚cquer

or your insides will get loose.

Have you read them? Of course, I had a look.

They are disturbing. I just don't understand it.

Life is already hard and dark enough.

Why making up such frightening stories?

Because that's romanticism.

Do you want me to train Lola as an agent of the Ministry?

Exactly.

In the forest we met a girl that looked lost.

Won't she be from the village? No.

She's an outsider. Don't get close to her.

She's a witch.

Irene, our logistics manager, must have told you already

that she will be in charge of your training.

Don't accuse me of having prejudice against Lola,

Because it's not prejudice, it's "postjudice".

So B‚cquer's girlfriend travels in time.

If I didn't have that suspicion, I wouldn't have call you.