All language subtitles for El.Ministerio.del.Tiempo.S03E03.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD.2.0.SUBS.x264.MssMarandae.en

It's there! Come on!

-Come on! Shall not escape!

-Here!

-Come on!
-Death to the harpy!

-Here! Here!

-I see nothing!

-Around Here! Around Here!
-Come!

Shall not escape!

-Come on!
-To her!

Help!

For pity's sake!, for pity's sake!

Help!

Help me. The rope.

-He's out there!"
-Come on, come on, come on!"

Hurry up

They're coming.

"Without a doubt, the maiden of my dreams

the same one we had met in the ruins of Trasmoz.

He only gave us her name: Mencía".

"My brother Valeriano

he had captured her intriguing beauty in a drawing

which I will treasure.

I have to find Mencía".

Seeking Mencía desperately.

Yes, yes, something like that. "From my cell."

It is the tenth letter of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.

Tenth? But he only wrote nine.
That's true.

And they have been published in the newspaper "El Contemporáneo".

-Yes, we have luckily intercepted the tenth in time,

prior publication.

And we are going to go on a mission

because Bécquer wrote an extra letter?

No, it's not the letter.

It's for this young lady that has appeared out of the blue.

Or by this other one of the engraving of 1687.

She's a witch.

Or by this oldest piece, still not dated.

As you can see, the resemblance between the three is more than reasonable.

In other words, Bécquer's chick travels in time.

If I didn't have that suspicion, I would not have called you.

Becquer was sick with tuberculosis.

In 1863, he suffered a serious relapse

and the two brothers and their families move to live

in the inn of the monastery of Veruela.

The pure air of the Moncayo was known

as a treatment for tuberculosis.

And got cured?
No, man, the air does not heal you.

He died, didn't he? Young, I think.

With 34, yes.

Exact. After almost a year of living in the monastery,

Bécquer got a job in Madrid as a censor.

We know that he has left and has returned to Veruela

pursuing his obsession with Mencía.

Aha. You should know that the originals of the two oldest images

are found in the archives of Trasmoz,

a village next to the monastery with a very particular history.

It's the only excommunicated village in the world.

In the thirteenth century, Trasmoz refused

to be under the monastery of Veruela.

They even minted their own coin in secret.

In addition, the activity of the witches was in full swing.

That's why the pope decreed his excommunication.

Excommunication that hasn't yet been revoked today.

But that is not all. Irene, tell them about the curse.

Yes. In 1511, the abbot of Veruela casted a curse

to the inhabitants of Trasmoz and their descendants

In a ceremony attended by

all the monks of the monastery.
What hatred.

They didn't allow them to live in freedom,

giving the back to the christian ways.

Heretics.
Don't worry, Alonso.

In the year to which you will travel, 1864,

Trasmoz was already for centuries very Christianized.

Tour mission is to find the one named Mencia

and if you prove that she travels in time,

must capture her and prevent her from interfering with the poet's life.

How much is left?
Oh.

Are you ok?
No.

A couple of hours at a good speed.
Do you want to go back to the Ministry?

I'll not make it.
What happen?

Fuck, I'm gonna...
I ca... I can't...

The problem is the staircase.

Too many steps to reach the latrines.

I thought you were better.

I hope modern remedies will work.

The past is not a good place to walk with loose guts.

And? Do you feel like meeting Bécquer?

Yes, I am a great admirer of his work.

And you?
Well, I learned some rhyme

in the school to get off.

And did it work?
"Are you asking me that?

You are poetry".

People from the twentieth century have misunderstood romanticism.

The expert has spoken.
The other day I took a DVD

from the library, a romantic comedy,

wasn't romantic at all.
Were there two lovers?

Yes, but romanticism, in fact,

is the exaltation of oneself and of the subjective,

of dissatisfaction with a world that limits us.

Fuck, and myself not knowing about that.
The romantics prefer

to amalgamate their soul with the wild and dark nature

which is the mirror of their emotions.

Come on.

Instead of romantic comedy, you should have searched in horror movies.

Then, don't read the legends of this Becquer

if you don't want your guts to get loose.

Have you read them?
Yes, I took a look at them.

They are disturbing.
I don't understand.

Life is already arduous and somber enough,

Why invent chilling stories?

Because that's romanticism.

You want me to instruct Lola as an agent of the Ministry.

Quite right!

I know I was unfair to that Lola before she died,

but let's not forget that she was a traitor.

She betrayed the Ministry in another age.

We have changed, haven't we?

She is the same.

Maybe I didn't know how to involve Lola enough in the Ministry.

You should understand me better than anyone.

I would appreciate it if you didn't compare me to her.

I intended to end the injustices,

to build a better ministry.

She trafficked with art, it is not the same.

She stole the book of the gates.
No, she didn't steal the book.

She photographed it before the fire in the synagogue.

I didn't remember you being so benevolent with the traitors, Ernesto.

Even the most lost sheep can return to the herd.

She is not one of us.
That's why I need her, Irene.

I want that girl to see in you someone who can work

in favor of the system and at the same time be critical of it.

And do you think that like that she will be loyal?

And what do we do if we don't?

Do we imprison her before she betrays us?

If I agree to train Lola, you will have to accept something in return.

If at the end of the process I decide that it is not fit for the work,

you will assume it.

Agree.

Good afternoon thanks to God, good man.

Good afternoon, girl.

What brings you in Trasmoz?
A promise to the Virgin of the Pillar.

We are walking from Soria to Zaragoza.

Well, you must be thirsty.
Drink water and fill those hides.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Look, come and meet these pilgrims.

Aurelia, my wife.

Don't you drink?

It's just that I'm a little sick of the stomach.

I'd rather boil the water, make myself a camomile, you know?

Moncayo water heals everything.

Drink, man.

We will spend the night in the monastery of Veruela.

Is far?
It is a short way,

Less than an hour, more than half.

In the forest, we met a girl who seemed lost.

Is not her from the village?
No.

She is an outsider.
Don't go near her.

She's a witch.

Look, here comes our Damien.

Soon he will make us grandparents.

Congratulations.

Well?
What do you think of the Ministry?

Baffling.

-Don't worry.

It's the same with all the newcomers.

Irene, our head of logistics, probably told already

that she will be in charge of your instruction.

Are...

interested in the job?

Of course.

I'm glad.

Any question?

What's outside?

Outside, in the present.
-Yes.

Don't want to go so fast, pretty one.

Well, there is a country that lives in democracy,

but still retains vices of the past.

Our neighbors from the north look over our shoulders ignoring us

and we do the same with the one of the south.

We have the country we deserve.

And is that good or bad?

Good question.

Wonderful.
Cistercian Gothic.

Sure...

There we have him.

I'm coming myself.

She likes a poet more than a fat kid loves cake.

Poets also love cake.

It was a way of speaking.
This way, please.

What a beautiful thing.

Excuse me.
Amelia de Montejo.

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer. A pleasure.
My pleasure.

Bécquer, Bécquer...

Aren't you a writer?

I had never been recognized.
I enjoy reading the "Contemporáneo".

I liked very much your
"Cartas desde mi celda".

It's an honour.

What brings you back to the
monastery?

Inspiration.

And you?

A promise, but
it's a long story.

Please, those are my favourite.

My brothers and I found ourselves
in trouble sailing at the north.

Our boat sank.
What an impression.

When we saw our lives in danger
we commended ourselves

to the Virgin of Pilar
and she listened to us.

I'm glad.

And have you been long here?

One week.

This landscape must serve you of inspiration.

Without a doubt. I go for a walk by the forest every day.

Precisely in the forest

we have met an strange lonely girl.

Do you know who she is?

Why do you want to know?

In Trasmoz they have told us
that she is dangerous.

Don't listen to them. They are
ignorant and superstitious people.

Just 15 years ago all the neighbours
killed a woman.

"It was the last witch of Trasmoz,

the aunt Casca."

- C'mon, C'mon!

No! Release me!

"They say that she came from
a family of malefic witches"

Ah! Release me! No!

"The accused her of bringing bad luck to the harvest and the livestock.

And they lynched her".

They throw he poor old woman over a cliff.

How awful.

What do you want?

I'm Juana!

I want an answer!

Do you have it?

Is a boy.

No, it will not work.

Not everyone is good for this job.

And let no one accuse me of being prejudiced with Lola,

Because they are not prejudices, they are "postjudices".

I've known her a long time.
You don't have to convince me.

I've been told from the people in the Archives that you spend all day snooping around.

With what authorization?
Ernesto's.

Says the girl who prepares like that as a future agent.

What one lives to see.

Hi. I've finished the psycho.

At what time do we start tomorrow?

We're not done yet.

Ah. What I have to do?

List everything you remember about Salvador's office.

Everything.

Everything.

Any problem?

I just think it would be more efficient if it started ...

All right, however you want.

There is a Trojan helmet.
It's a reproduction.

On the shelf there is an hourglass

and the bowl of a roasted sword converted into an ashtray.

On the wall on the right, there are eight coats of arms.

One of them has a griffon-ed condor.

And on the left wall there are four framed plates

with marine motifs.

Wow, he likes art.

They are engravings.

I see I'm not the only one who can't sleep tonight, eh?

Do you mind if I keep you company?
Please.

I have a strange body, you know?
I'd better save the details,

why...
You can't sleep

and I do not want to.

Realy?

I have disturbing dreams.

Too many worries?

It happens to me because of hearing so many legends of superstitious people.

Them get locked in the head

and imagination is a runaway horse.

"Sometimes can be confusing the boundaries between reason and nightmares,

between real and supernatural".

So it is.

In the literature, it can be a relief,

but in real life, it's a dangerous torment.

Are you afraid of any danger?

Me? No.

Aren't too many questions?

Tell me about yourself.
Me?

Well, I...

Well, I'm a normal guy,
friend of my friends.

Explain me your shipwreck.
Amelia mentioned it,

but I would like to knowa bit more.
It was very hard.

Very hard, traumatic, even.

The boat was heeling over
to port, to starboard.

It was impossible to take out so much water.
An enormous ice floe

had crashed against the hull of the boat.

The orchestra was still playing.

Excuse me. Was there an orchestra on the boat?

Yes, well, it was a cruise.

Like the Britannia?

More or less.

You are certainly people of wealth.

I assure you that death and fear equate poor and rich.

It was terrible, terrible.
The crew shouted:

"Vomen and children first".

There were no lifeboats for that many people.

My brother and I jumped overboard grabbing a board.

When the water is as cold as is in the Bay of Biscay,

you die from the pain before you can drown.

The parquet is oak with a glossy finish.

The carpet, Persian imitation, and has dust underneath.

Under the carpet.
Yes.

Do you have x-rays in your eyes?

In the corner of the bookcase, there is a plug.

There, on the floor, the wall is chipped,

possibly due to humidity.

¡Amelia!

¡Amelia!

What's going on?

Are not you dressed yet?
Do you know what time it is?

My God. Amelia!

Come in.

Was about time.

I believe that yesterday I gained the confidence of Bécquer

while you slept like logs.

As blessed ones, you mean.
This is heaven on earth.

The last time I rested so well

I was a carefree child.
Let me see.

Bécquer is worried about something.
I suspect it has to do

with Mencía.
Mencía.

If we follow him, he'll probably take us to her.

No, I'm sure of it.
Then follow him.

Let's see, if we go together, it will be easier not to lose sight of it

and find Mencía, right?
We have

to investigate in the village.
Please.

Pacino, you know who's boss here.

What sense of peace.

Pacino will say what he wants, but the water and air of the Moncayo

are curative.
Definitely.

And to think that all this was plagued with witches...

Only a miracle returns to God

what is infected by the devil.

Look.

Come on, pull it up.

Come, with strength, with strength.
-Come on.

With strength, there.
-It's not coming up, father.

Is help needed?

We could use a hand.

Stay with them.
See you later.

May your day get better.

Come on, on the count of three.

One, two and three.

There it is.

Thanks.
-Thanks.

My pleasure.
Thanks.

What a good morning.
Precious.

How the mosque of Cordoba has changed.

This is only the start.

Hello, Camilo.
Bye.

What can you tell me about Camilo?

Caucasian male, disguised as Roman centurion,

1'80 and beginner.
Why?

Carries the gladius on the wrong side.

Could be left-handed.

No, he's a rookie.

In the army, they are forced to hold the sword

with the right hand and to take the sword sheath to the left.

I hope he don't get into trouble for that.

Not bad.

Yesterday I felt like talking to you.

With me?

I'm nobody.
Do not say that.

And rejoice that face, that you will be a mother.

Are you mother?

I'll be, of a girl, I'm sure.

What happens?

Yesterday you asked about the girl in the woods.

Everyone believes that she's
a bad person, but she's not.

Don't worry about her. I'm here with you and nothing will happen to you.

Are you ok?
Hold on to me, can you?

Yes.

Do not tell anything, please.

What's going on? Are you ok?

These are the first pains.
It's too early.

You shouldn't go out on the fields today.

And don't give birth until we return.

But how will ...?
I know what I'm talking about.

She still has the belly very high.

I'm going to feed the men,
Will you come with me?

Sure.

Your help will do me good.

You and Alonso should stay in Trasmoz.

Mencía.

Mencía.

You cannot stay here.

The people from the village are scared.

It's better if they fear me.
Don't worry.

They say you are the reincarnation
of an old witch.

Maybe I am.

Don't be silly.

I don't have anywhere to go.

Come to Madrid.

We will find a safe place for you.

A castle?

A guesthouse for young ladies.
We will see later.

Why are you so nice to me?

No, I'm just selfish and
don't want to lose you.

Why?

I don't know if the world of dreams is inside or outside me,

I just know that I dreamt you for some reason and I have a duty to you.

Then, the warlock is you.

I see that you know the archives.

Yes, I was studying.

This images called my attention.

Why is that?

Are you already an art expert?

I have studied since I was a kid,
the same with history.

My mother tried hard on it.

I am pretty sure she's the same woman.

She is, we had already
reached that conclusion.

In all of them she has the same cord
with nine knots around her neck.

and that's a common symbol in witchcraft.

And if she's a witch,
why is she praying?

She's not crying.

She's asking for forgiveness,
she's tied.

Also, we can date the painting
thanks to this map.

A map of the kingdom of Naples
from Ferdinand the Catholic

with the Holy Roman Empire
in the north.

On one hand we know that the Vatican

gave the Kingdom of Naples
to Ferdinand in 1510.

And on the other, that in 1512

the term "germanic" was added to the
Holy Roman Empire.

And that's not here yet.

Therefore this painting is from 1510 or 1511.

That is essential.

And that's not all.

Between the three portraits there's the same difference in years

177.

So it's like I had gone through a door in 1510

to go out in 1687

and then jump to...

1864.

The foreigner has been too long
prowling around our forest.

We have to do something before
the bishop finds out

and he stops us.
-Do you think she's so dangerous?

But, have you not seen her face?

What if she poisons our water?

And what do we do? Hunt her?

Throw her out, make her go away.

We have to throw her out so
that she doesn't come back.

She stole my hens.

We can ask Alonso for help.

Those three are also foreigners.

Yes, but Alonso and Amelia helped us.

It's the other one that...
- Yes, the other one,

that hides from us.
-There will be a reason.

You must be careful
with your wife, son.

She's fiddling.

Lately she speaks very quietly and
thinks that I don't realize.

I already take care of my wife.

But, and you? How many times have you said

that we have to do something with
the foreigner, and never do anything?

We have to wait for the right moment.

-Juana! Juana has given birth.

But, why didn't you tell me that
she was about to give birth?

It's a boy.

With date of 1510.

we searched in the archives of Inquisition

and, effectively, there was a Mencía Cabrera.

In the same year she was
accused of witchery,

but she managed to escape
without being executed.

Maybe it got to her ears

that in Trasmoz witches walk around freely

and "feet, what do I want you for".

We have to confirm how
she travels in time

and if she knows any door.
Aha.

Good work.

Inform Lola.
I am glad that Lola collaborates.

Is that why you have authorised her

to look in the archives without supervision?

Well, the enigma is solved, right?

He's right.

Congratulate her from me.

We should inform the group, no?

By the way, do we know anything about them?
-No.

But every time you make
that question, they call.

Irene?

Eh?

Let's call.

Yes, of course.

No, it's turned off or without signal.

Pacino!

Where were you?
In the village.

All day? I thought something happened.

What would happen?

At least it will have been productive, no?

It was very nice.
Nice?

Are we here on holidays or what?

Nobody has said that.

I know where Mencía hides.

Since you were not here, we have
lost a golden opportunity.

Who knows if she will
still be there tomorrow.

Talking about tomorrow, how
do we organise ourselves?

First let's rest and tomorrow
will be another day.

Good night.
See you tomorrow.

Cannot believe it, dude.

The baby! They have taken the baby!

Help, please!

Father, father, the baby!

What happened?
-Somebody has taken him!

Somebody came and took him.
-Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Let's find him.

Come.

No, it was tonight.

She's desperate.

We have all been looking for him.

Please, we need your help.

Whatever you need, of course.

They have taken the baby.

That's all we needed.

We have to find him.

before the witch takes him too far.

Are you so sure it was her?

Then, who was it?
It was the foreigner.

We will find the boy and ask for
help if we have to.

No, you don't have to. You know
where the witch hides.

Where is she hiding?

No, I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

But you told us...
I was wrong.

It was a shepherd's
shelter, I don't know.

I have to go back to Trasmoz.

Go with her.
And you?

Do you excuse me for a minute?
Thanks

Come with me.

I'm going to interrogate
Bécquer seriously.

I will take the truth out of him.

I can help if you need me to.
No. no, no.

You go to the forest, they need you.

Help them to organise the search.
Let's not lose time, c'mon.

Shit. Fuck.

What are you looking for?

The phone.

Why didn't you ask Amelia?

I have to call the Ministry.

We have to ask for her to find the boy.

It won't be possible.

Why?
The phone is broken.

How is it broken?
Yes, it fell...

and I stepped on it by mistake.

Are we incommunicated?
Don't get angry, Pacino.

We have came out of worse trouble.

And, here nobody is going to hurt us.

Have you ever taken money from a bribe?

No.

-Would you risk your life

to rescue a team member
that is in danger?

Yes.

- Have you ever conspired
behind your bosses' back?

No.

How long is this test going to last?
Whatever it takes.

Seriously you have never conspired
behind your bosses' back?

Never.

Why do you repeat me the question?

To give you a chance.

A confession in time is much
better than a lie.

Did you lie to Ernesto to be able to
access the archive of the Ministry?

I only looked for information because
I wanted to help you.

And I wanted to show you that I can do it.

What you say is very good.

But, did you look for anything else in the archive of the Ministry?

No.

You're lying.

What else did you look for in the archive?

Such a pity. I had started to like you.

We have finished, thank you.

Wait.

I went in the archive to look if you had information about me.

You shouldn't have done it.

I knew that you had something against me.

And, does it tally?

The Lola Mendieta that I met
didn't betray us.

Why would I have to be nice to you?

I wouldn't be nice to a traitor either,

but it's just that I am not a traitor.

And you will be?

Because that's the question of the million.

No.

She tells the truth.

I also checked your service information.

And? Are you going to give me a lesson?
No.

I was ashamed of myself.

Well, of my future self.

Rules sometimes can be very unfair.

But better to commit a crime

fighting against an injustice that to commit it.

Shit! Fuck!

Shit, I'm leaving.

Eh!

Help! Eh!

Eh!

Help!

Can you help me?

I am staying at the monastery.

Do you have the baby?
It's my baby.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, it's your baby.
The baby is mine.

It's yours, the baby is yours.
Wait, don't go!

Mencía, I can help you!

How are you going to help me?

They come for you and
I can protect you.

Just you?

Yes, yes.

I know it sounds strange,
but it used to be my job,

to protect people.

And I did it quite well.

Like a guardian angel?
Like a guardian angel, yes.

Cut the rope.

I have been running away for so many
years from people who want me dead,

that I don't know where I am.

I know perfectly how you feel,
I know you're lost, really.

Are they also looking for you?

I also come from another place.

Where people speak...

like you.

The rope.

Ah!

Look well around there!

Look up well, there must be a trace.

Mencía.

Mencía, give me the boy.

Let me help you.

Did you break it?
I don't know.

I think I broke a jar...
or something like it.

It was milk for the baby.

Well, we will find more.

Where? Where are we going
to find a wet nurse?

Here, in the forest, definitely not. Let's go.

Let's go!

Yes, let's go.

I know that you were
very tired.

But I still don't understand it.

Don't cry, because you don't solve
anything like this.

I should have been here.

I should have been watching.

I don't understand how they took the baby and you didn't wake up.

Damián...

didn't hear anything.

There's no need for you to remind me.
He's as responsible as you are.

I know that you are feeling weak...

and don't want you to blame yourself.

We should go to look for
the doctor to Tarazona.

We won't disturb him just for that.

What we should do is find the baby.

I know she will get better with that.

Can you go for firewood.

Of course.

Finally I found you.

I have Mencía in my cell.
What?

Yes, this is the key.
Don't let her get out.

That would be kidnapping.
Listen.

Your friend has taken a baby from the village

and says that it's hers.

She's not ok.
How do you dare?

She's a special girl,
just leave it like that.

She's in terrible danger.
We have to protect her.

The people from the village.
Exactly, the people from the village.

Don't tell anyone she's here,
not even my brothers.

You have a gift with words...

and you adore Mencía.

You have to convince her that
the boy will be best with his mother.

And we need a wet nurse
as soon as possible.

It's very urgent, do you understand me?

Good.

Do you work for them now?
I'm just trying to help.

And you?

I would like to see the mother of the baby.

Juana is resting.

She's not ok, poor her.
I would like to talk to her.

Do you have anything to tell her?
Do you know anything about the witch?

No.
Then?

I wanted to help, like you.
That's good.

She lives in the third house.

What did he want?

He knows where the witch
and the baby are.

Did He tell you?
No, but He knows.

If not, He wouldn't have come here.

And where does He have them?

He knows that we will be looking
for her in the forest...

Will have left her in the monastery.
I know they way he acts.

The pulse is very weak.

Are you a doctor?

No, but I know what I say.

Have you called the doctor?
Of course.

Have you not come to speak with Juana?

Yes.

Then, why don't you go speak with her?

Will you bring me the glass of water
that you offered me before?

I will bring it to you now.
Thanks

Juana, your son is safe
and will be with you soon.

Better that he doesn't come.

Juana.

Juana?

God.

Let's split.

C'mon!

Stop! You cannot go in this way!

No... stop!

Where is the witch?

Out of here.

She's not in any cell.
Where have you hidden her?

I don't know what are you talking about.
If you don't say it willingly,

you will unwillingly.
Alonso!

They have found the trail where the forest starts.

C'mon! Let's go, we have to go.

She recognizes
that the baby is not hers.

The mother begged her to take him
away to protect him.

And do you believe her? Where is she?
Looking for the wet nurse,

she knows where she is.
And hasn't come back.

Look, I'm no hero

but I know that Mencía is still
alive thanks to me.

The people from the village
were coming to lynch her.

And another thing, her brother Alonso
was with them

and he seemed the most
bloodthirsty of all.

I thought that you were from a civilised family.

I thought that too.

This place is bringing the worst
from my brothers.

A bonfire...

It could be her. C'mon. C'mon.

Let's go.

There she is.
Not now, shit.

What happens?
Nothing. C'mon, c'mon.

It's the people from the village.

the ones that said that she
was a witch.

And now it's them who
play to be warlocks.

It's making my stomach turn.

Welcome to the club.

Save us Satan!

Save us Satan!

Lord of hell,

take the bodies and minds
that surrender to you

and kneel in front of your presence.

Satan, the star of the morning
of the Almighty

king of kinds,

take from us all curse from
whoever banished you.

Let's start the liturgy.

Lord, in your name.

I devote myself to you.

From now on

I have to be the same thing with you.

I have to be the demon.

Lord, in your name, I devote myself to you.

From now on.

I have to be the same thing with you.

I have to be the demon.

But, what the fuck are they doing?

Satan, take us to the light and the truth.

And don't let the flock take us.

Help us defeat the army of the hypnotist

and his servile slaves.

What is born in the fire...

must go back to the fire.

Save us Satan!

Save us Satan!

Save us Satan!

Save us Satan!

Look there, at 2 o'clock.

What? Is it so late?

No, no.
There, on the right, look there.

About 20 metres away from the bushes.

Did you look there? Ok.

Follow me, but make no noise, ok?

Mencía.
You...

Let's go.
They are going to kill me.

And the boy also.

Turn around, turn around.

Turn around.

They are taking the baby.

Let's go. C'mon c'mon

C'mon! Don't let them escape!
- C'mon!

Go on!
- C'mon!

Let's take the intruder! C'mon!

- Move!
- And you, what are you waiting for?

You have to prove who is the leader here!

C'mon! Take the intruder!

- C'mon!
- Go on!

We have to separate.

I know a safe place for Mencía.

Take the baby to the monastery.

If you tell them you are the father,
they will believe you.

But, and his mother?

Those savages killed the mother.

No, I won't separate from you.

If I go with the baby, they will end
up killing us both.

This is crazy.

They kill the boys that are born.

That's why there are only girls.

They few men who stay

are only here to procreate more girls.

Let's go.
No.

C'mon. Trust me. Let's go!

- Let's go!

- They are around here!
- C'mon!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Where are they?

- Around here!
C'mon, let's go!

-They have to be here, c'mon!

Let's go.

They are here!

They are here! C'mon!

There, c'mon!

C'mon c'mon!

Come here!
- Over there!

They are escaping!

C'mon Mencía.

Let's go!

- There she is!
- C'mon.

Sons of Satan!

Is this the fastest you can run?

- C'mon!

Get her!

You hate me...

and don't know me.

You are afraid because I'm different.

We are not afraid.

If the first woman of the creation
disturbed the world by herself

why cannot we rebuild it now
between ourselves?

And what do you plan to do?

You cannot do anything against
the faith of our Lord.

Eh!

I'm here!

You don't dare to come for me!

How many are you? A dozen? Two?

Against a woman?

C'mon!

Escaping matters very little.

The persecution never ends.

Everywhere I find the same Inquisition...

and in all of them, I am to guilty.

We offer this foreigner to our Lord.

- Everyone take him! C'mon!
- C'mon!

- C'mon!
C'mon

This is a sect.

They have been brainwashed.
How did they do it?

It must have been with the water.

I was boiling the water I was taking
because my stomach was hurting.

Either that or they are really warlocks.

I failed.

Don't blame yourself.
You have done what you could and more.

No, but it wasn't enough.

No.

Bécquer has escaped unharmed.

And you have saved a baby

that in a future will become his young son.

And as history tells,
rumour has it, with reason

that he wasn't his.

Ernesto, do you have the results
of the analysis?

Yes.

The result is positive.

The page belongs to the
book of the doors.

The inscriptions indicate the existence

of two doors near Trasmoz

interconnected and separated by 177 years

Lola was right

Mencía used the doors

to escape the Inquisition of 1510

passed by 1687 and get to 1864.

But she wasn't well received
by the neighbours of Trasmoz.

Poor girl. She didn't have anywhere
to go.

And her guardian angel failed her.

I'm not surprised she thought
she was a witch.

She couldn't understand that she
could travel in time and.. well,

she thought she had powers.

Well... and now what?

How do we bring back Alonso and Amelia?

The civil way...

or the criminal.

I have just spoken with the doctor.

The analysis reveal that they have
a high level of mandrake in their blood.

Mandrake?

Yes. The plant, no... not the music band.

In high dosis it can produce amnesia

and alter their will.

You are right.

They must have diluted the drug
in the fountain.

Your stomach ailment has saved you.

Do you know when will they be awake?

When they eliminate all the toxic substance
from their bodies.

Don't worry. They will be alright.

I was thinking on someone who
will never be awake again.

"I hope she finally found the peace
that she was so much looking for."

Good. The famous painting from
Goya "La maja desnuda"

has been destroyed.
Goodbye...

"And the security of the museum?"

"It wasn't in the museum,
neither in the present time".

"We have been informed that Goya
was attacked in his own studio"

in 1799,

and the painting suddently appeared in the Museo del Prado.

"Your mission is to travel to 1799,

find out who did it"

and get Goya to paint again "La Maja".

"That painting was secret.
Nobody knew of its existence"

after many years after it was painted.
I told you what was your mission,

not that it was easy.

Ah!
Alonso!

Alonso! Alonso!
Ok, ok, ok!

Stop. Stop!

Mister... Francisco de Goya?

To serve you. Tell me.

"Manuel Godoy was the
most reliable man of the king".

"But his loyalty towards Spain
was very questionable."

I need to speak alone with don Francisco.

So please come back
in another moment.

I understand it's an order, right?

Otherwise, you would have said "please".

"I know that the team is going to meet Goya".

Let me go with them.

- No.
- I need to meet the master.

Do you know how long have I waited
for something like this?

What need is there for this thing?

The scholars dress according to the fashion

and fashion is not about need

but about social class, image...!

You say pretty words, but
I don't understand anything.

How is the young Mendieta?

She's cleve, learns fast.
I wouldn't trust her.

That time

when the art was appreciated by
kings and statesmen.

What are you doing here?