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"La maja desnuda".

It's not a venus, it's not a mythological figure.

She's a real woman.

In fact, they say it's the first art work

that represents the female
pubic hair.

This brought problems to Goya,

who went through trial
with the Inquisition.

Admire this beauty

So advanced for its time,
please.

Time flies.

Let's go please to the next room.

Bloody hell. Good night.

José Carlos. The fuse.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

I missed you.

Bloody hell!

Pacino, calm down.
Shit!

For God's sake.
Weren't you sleeping with Elena?

- With Elena?
- Yes.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I was sleeping with Elena,
at least that's what I thought...

What's wrong?
I just don't know what's wrong.

That's the problem,
that I don't know what's wrong.

Pacino, I...

I wanted to apologize for what
happened in our last mission.

It was unforgivable.
But you were drugged.

You didn't know what you were
doing, neither you nor Amelia. It's ok.

Fuck.

- Coffee?
- Yes.

There's something I don't understand.

Why should I know this prostitute?

Because you have the Prado
really close, c'mon.

Thanks, Angustias.

Uy, she had them operated for sure.
You see.

That's what I have always thought.
Those tits are not hers.

What? Women operate...?
Nowadays?

You can operate anything.
Does it matter?

Total silicone.
- Angustias,

don't you have anything to do?
- Ajá.

Ernesto, please.

Well, the famous painting from Goya,
"La maja desnuda",

has been destroyed.
God

And the safety of the museum?
It hasn't been in the museum,

neither in the present.

We have been informed that
Francisco de Goya was...

attacked in his own study in 1799.

They left him unconscious and
they stabbed the painting.

And the painting appeared like that,
suddendly, in the Prado.

Do they suspect anyone?

The Inquisition.

But that's just it, suspicions.

The paint generated controversy

and the Inquisition kidnapped it by obscene, but not until 1814.

At that time there was still Inquisition?

Yes, the Courts of Cadiz abolished it in 1812,

but in reality, it was not effective until ... Isabel II ... 1834.

Today, more than one would be delighted to have it back.

The Ministry of the time has not learned anything?

At that time, Manuel Godoy was the man of confidence of the king,

but his loyalty to Spain was rather dubious.

The Ministry feared that if he knew the secret of traveling in time,

he could sell it to the French.
They can't help you.

Be more discreet than ever.

Well, his mission is to travel to 1799,

to find out who did it

and get Goya to paint "La maja" again.

But that paint was a secret.

It was unknown until years after being painted.

I told you what your mission is,

no that it was a simple one.

How about the young Mendieta?

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

To whom do we convince to pose?
It's doubtful who was the model.

Wasn't the Duchess of Alba?
It's one of the theories,

But other say that she was Pepita Tudó, lover of Godoy.

It's a possibility. Follow me.

They will keep their names, although we have added last names.

That's worth more than money.
I doubt it.

Alonso and Pacino will be part of the naval expedition Malaspina.

It's a scientific and political expedition

that crossed the dominions of the Spanish monarchy

from 1790 to 1794.

Malaspina. I don't like that name.

This will give you credit for mingling with the element of Enlightenment and the Nobility.

At the same time, your presence will not attract attention

in the most popular places.

What about me? I presume that women
weren't allowed on the Malaspina,

therefore, I'm playing the wife of...

Pacino's wife.

You will pretend to be an art-loving couple.

You will go to visit Goya with the excuse of acquiring one of his "Caprichos";

he put them on sale this same year in his house.

You have the address,
street "Disappointment".

But don't go today.
So, where are we going?

After the accident, the Duchess of Osuna is very closely checking on him.

Today will be with Goya in the children's home in Madrid.

The orphanage.

What are you waiting for? Come on.

Can I come in?

I have a very complicated day.
Give me five minutes.

I have heard that Miss Folch's patrol

is going to meet Goya.

Pay attention.

What part of "five minutes" didn't you understand?

Hey?

To the point, please.

Let me go with them.
-No!.

I need to meet the master.

Do you know how long I've been waiting for something like that?

Come on
Wasn't Picasso the 'master'?

Picasso and Goya are the two greatest artists

which has given by the skin of bull, with myself also, of course.

We are the holy trinity of the Spanish art.

of course, and you are the holy father.

By age, I have to be.

Goya is a court painter.

Surely he knows my work and my person well.

Reason enough to don't go to meet him.

We just need that Goya recognized you

and gets a heart attack.

What a good times

in which art was esteemed by kings and statesmen ...

Don't you understand...

that no one that a great painter

can understand another great painter?

Why do you look at me like that?

Because in this silly way

you gave me an idea.

What? What?

What idea?

That way.

God blessed me with strong, healthy hair.

What need is there to carry this stuff?

The Enlightened ones dress to fashion,

which is not a question of necessity, but of social class, of appearances ...

You say nice words, but I don't understand anything,

nor the importance of saving a painting

of a stripped lady.
Eh! stripped.

Dealing with 20th-century, 21st-century slang.

Well, very well.

was already spoken in this way in "The book of the good love",

from Arcipreste de Hita.

And Cervantes also used that vulgarism.

"The galley slaves removed the coat to Sancho,

and they left him stripped".

It comes from stripes, used as old female underwear.

I thought it was because of the ... strippers.

That was later, already in the XX century.

Look.

The Prairie of San Isidro, just as Goya painted it.

No one admired Madrid like him.

Come in.

What do you want, boss?

Oh.

Notable.

Thanks, but I'm wearing the same old suit.

In the costume department, there is less variety than in a convent.

No, no, no, I didn't say it for the clothes.

I said it because in centuries, it is the first time

that knock on the door before entering.

Come, take place.

Err, hum..

No, I have a mission for you.

As long as it's not to see Napoleon again ...

No. No, no, no.

You have to see Velázquez.

Well, I don't know what's worse.

It's what it is.

You have to watch him.

For what?
-Why? for what?

To avoid he get distracted.

He could be a great painter, but he's the king of procrastination.

He's the ... biggest observer of flies flying.

You have to ...
-Help him, so he can paint

a copy of "The Nude Maja".

How do you know that?

Ah.

You have been listening behind the door.

That you have now knocked

Doesn't mean that you're not the same as always.

Notable.

Who can leave a child in a place like this?

When you know that what he can get here, however difficult it may seem,

is better than what you can give him at home.

Spain has just finish the War of Roussillon

and in open conflict with Britain.

Not the best moment for kingdom finances.

Blessed public health system.

A cheerful and positive countryside scene,

that makes children smile.

-I have not made anyone smile since long, madam.

Well, it must not be so difficult for you.

when you just got it with me.

Don ... Francisco de Goya?

Raise your voice or he will not hear you well.

Don Francisco de Goya?

At your service. Tell me.

An illness caused him deafness years ago and he has not recovered.

We wanted to talk to you.

She is my wife, Amelia Folch and Domenech.

He is my partner,

Alonso de Entrerríos Torres Carrasco.

And my name is Jesus Mendez de Somavia and Pacino,

but if you call Pacino, I'm fine.

Pleased to meet you. Francisco de Goya y Lucientes.

What brings you here?
You see,

Alonso and I traveled on the Malaspina expedition

and my wife is interested in buying one of your "Caprichos",

taking advantage of the trip.
Ah.

Now I'm busy.

The Duchess has commissioned me to paint a fresco for the children's home.

It's the least I can do

for someone that has always been so generous to me.

It would be a mistake, not to be, with the geniuses.

-What do you mean? I do not hear it.
-What about the geniuses

it would be a mistake not to be.

-Madams, with your permission.

If you have been in the Malaspina, you should have seen endless prodigies.

No doubt about it.

I haven't introduced myself.

María Josefa Pimentel and Téllez-Girón,

Duchess of Osuna.

They are the Countess of Montijo,

María Isidra Quintana

and María Teresa del Toro Alayza.

Del Toro Alayza ...
Do I know her?

You must confuse me with another person.

-We are all part of the Board of Ladies of Honor and Merit.

We host about 1500 children a year, so ...

We do what we can.

Well, I've got everything I need, Duchess.

-Then, don't keep these gentlemen waiting any longer.

Was my pleasure.

A pity not to be able to talk any more.

Well, that have an easy solution.

And if you come to my Palace of Capricho this afternoon?

I'll host a small event and ...

and it would be my privilege if you attend.

I'll introduce you to the rest of the Board.

It will be an honor for us.

We will have a very delicious chocolate.

They bring it to me from Paris.

And the Duchess of Alba will come.
-Puff ...

Every day is more evident to me that you hear what you want, Don Francisco.

Come in, come in.

Here you have.

Look.

Take all the time you need, huh?

Look.

This is the Duchess of Alba.

They say that he painted her criticizing her moodiness after a strong fight.

That is, she gave him the cold shoulder and then he took his revenge.

After all, art moves passions.

If they don't go along, it will be difficult to paint it again.

That's assuming she's the one in the picture ...

Is it a donkey?

What has happened to him?

¡Don Francisco!
Ah?

What happened to him...
Ah.

An accident, it doesn't matter.

It's just ... my reflexes are not what they used to be, eh?

Mister Francisco, the door.

Mister Francisco!

- The door!
- What?

- The door.
- Ah, the door.

I'm coming!

Tell me...

You are not easy to see these days,
don Francisco.

Is Manuel Godoy.

King's favorite.
The king spoke through his mouth.

Like the Muppet show.

What can I do for you, mister Manuel?

He knows very well.

I need to talk to Don Francisco alone.

Come back another time.
I suppose it's an order, isn't it?

If not, You would have said "please."
No problem.

We'll wait in another room.
There are still engravings to see.

You'll see them another day.

Now go.

And yes, it's an order.

He will be the most powerful man in Spain,

But he has the education of a peasant.

Power and good manners are like water and oil.

We should not go out. What if we miss important information?

We will not, I've placed a microphone.

Let's go where they don't see us.
"They've destroyed them!"

How shattered?

Yes, stabbed, and hard.
-But who would do something like that?

Besides, no one knew that I commissioned this painting.

The Holy Office puts the eyes and ears everywhere.

And even more, being the mistress of Manuel Godoy.

The Inquisition, no, impossible.
They would have apprehended him.

Is it not a people thing?
-The people...

People have already enough

trying to feed themselves.

You see ghosts where there are not, Manuel.

- But this is not Pepita.
- Huh?

That's her face, but that's
definitely not her body.

-Well, the face is hers.

I had to correct the body and used another model.

I didn't want to bother anymore.
-Aha.

And who is this beauty?

Why would that matter?

Because you're going to ask her to pose again.

What beauty.
-No, no. I'm...

not going to do.
If you want, I can give your money back.

I don't want my money, I want my painting.

Then, commission it to another painter.

I will never paint it again!

Don't challenge me, Francisco.

Doesn't matter that you are court painter, don't do it.

You'll paint that one or you will have to deal with the consequences.

Chorizo-maker, bastard.

Son of 1000 bitches!

Miserable nouveax riche!

Do you realize?
Yes, he says to him anything except handsome.

Not that, both versions are true.

The other model will be the Duchess of Alba.

It was rumored that she was with Goya.
Wow, the Enlightenment.

That was always going on, huh?
You are right.

Godoy was not only Pepita Tudó's lover,

but also of the queen.
Really?.

Is immorality limitless at this time?

Lets go to other place.
Yes.

God.
You see, fuck off.

Why was Godoy called "chorizo-maker"?

It's how was called the Extremadura people, like him.

And it's thought that the "chorizo" by "thief" comes from here.

At least he left something for posterity.

He left many more things.

Godoy founded the Unit of Cosmograph Engineers,

Civil Engineers,

the School of the Deaf, the School of Medicine,

the Astronomical Observatory ...
Have you left anything?

that was of culture and science and he intended that Spain becomes.

That it's, a naive one.
For God's sake, let's get down to business.

We must get the Duchess to pose for Goya

and that he paint her again.
Let's see how,

because they don't seem to get along.
Good...

When the Duchess became widow,
Goya and she spent the summer

en Sanlúcar de Barrameda.
Look.

There he painted her in many erotic postures.

Something must have happened because they came back angry.

Well, that's good.

If they fight is because there is still a passion.

Pacino, this isn't the twenty-first century.

Relationships work differently here.

They must look alike, because I do not understand

neither the XXI nor the XVIII ...
There are things that don't change, eh?

Hello.

No, no, don't go in!

How do you carry on with the portrait?

Uhh, isn't very advanced.

Is it so difficult to make a copy?

It isn't a matter of copying, it's about art.

You are not a dauber either ...

Imitating someone is simple, but replicating someone like that...

that's impossible.

Well ... you will have no choice.

The Prado museum can't have the room closed for a long time

without explanation.

-Art is the impulse that leads you to create a work.

If I don't know what Goya felt, I will never be able to paint it,

even less without a model.

Don't look at me.

I'm more a model for Rubens than for Goya.

I have to know what's behind the painting,

in the head of the one who painted it.

Man, you don't have to go to college.

to know that "beauty draws more than five yokes of oxen".

Don't be rude.

We are talking about a work of art painted by a genius.

Oh...

Geniuses and those who aren't, have something in common:

Feel, fall in love...

Have you ever been ...?
-I was deeply.

During my trip to Italy.

It was the happiest moment of my life.

Until that emotion disappeared to never return.

Love hurts.

But it hurts more to forget it.
-I've forgotten all about it.

That's why I need to talk to Goya, understand him.

It would be an insignificant little trip, just to go and return.

That would suffice.

This was just the summer residence.

Rest of the time they lived the palace of Benavente.

And the public finances were going through a bad time?

Well, the worse the public finances go,

better goes the one the powerful people.

Thank you very much.

At least the Duchess sought a better life for these children.

Others with more did less.

Look, there's our friend Godoy.

- That's his wife, right?
- No,

his lover, Pepita Tudó.

She welcomed her into her childhood home with her mother and sisters.

and fell in love with her.

So likes young girls.
But how?

Is going from the hand of his lover

in public?
Aha.

How, when he's handling his marriage in this way, he's going to rule a country?

I'll pay my respects to the Countess of Osuna;

you look for Alba's Duchess.
All right.

Are you sure I should do that?

Alonso, the Duchess liked rough men.

And I'm more delicate, doesn't matter the wig I wear.

You'll tell me about the blind date,

because I don't get it.
I'll explain. Move on.

Suppose I succeed.
Yes.

And how do we manage that Goya meets Alba?

That's why it's called a blind date.

We arrange with Goya in the same place and time

to buy one of his "Caprichos",

but in reality, the one that will arrive will be the very same Duchess of Alba.

Aha.

Excuse me.

I believe we met this morning, in the children's home.

Yes.
Let me introduce you

María Teresa de Silva Álvarez and de Toledo.

Pleased to meet you.
-The Duchess of Alba.

Pleased to meet you.
-He's Alonso and I'm Pacino.

Surnames we leave for when we don't have anything else to talk.

Both are members of the Malaspina expedition.

Ah.
-I'm sure they have

hundreds of wonderful adventures to tell.

Thousands, thousands.

Alonso will be happy to delight you.

The afternoon is long, gentlemen.

I assure you there will be time for it.

But do you know what I'm now the mood for?
-What?

Playing Blind man's buff.

You can't do this to us.

I remind you that we had the King's word

for us to take care of the children's home.

My lady, if someone can change their word in this country

is without a doubt, the king.

And I suppose you had nothing to do with that change ...

I speak with the king, the king hears what I say, of course.

-Those children will still die by tens

if the Board does not take care of the children's home.

Do not worry. In fact, the matter has an easy solution.

Talk to Goya.

If he does what I ask, you will have your children's home.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Let's go.

What happened?

Manuel Godoy, that has happened.

Pacino.
What?

Is this about the blind date?

Before it was something more ... metaphorical;

now it's more literal.

One thing.
What's up?

I can't stand being blind.
It makes me frantic.

Take it easy.

Do you know the nonsense I've done to pull?

Also, if the lady wants to play bowling

Or to the Blind man's buff
Or to the Sevens, everybody play.

It's the mission, okay?

With so much pity I don't wonder that the Empire would go down.

Attention!

We all know the rules,
true?

No, and I'm afraid I should.

More than anyone else.

Let's see, for those who don't know.

We will form a circle

and our new guest ...

will be placed in the center ...

...Blindfolded

and this wooden spoon.

We turn him around himself...

and he will have to try to touch someone with the spoon.

If he gets it, they will exchange places.

Understood?

Understood?

And now... spin!

Don't laugh!

Oops, it looks like our sailor is dizzier on land

than on the water!

Less laugh, eh?

Alonso! Alonso!

Alonso! Ok! Calm down.

It's done. Alonso, stop!

Stop. Stop!

Stop.

Up.

It's over.

But... do you like that?

It's done.
That's a real man.

You, motherfucker.

I told you I can't stand the darkness.

It's like they're going to execute me.

I've left my skin for this country.

So that a handful of prudes laugh at my expense?

I can't believe it pal.

And this where...?

What do you mean, simpleton?

What do you do? Who is this?
A little boy who has sneak.

He would want to attack Goya.
Who sends you?

No one, I swear.
You lie.

Don't beat me, I beg you.
-Stop, please.

I know him. He is... Simón Bolívar.

Teresa.

They told me you'd be here.

They didn't let me in, but I needed to see you.

-Get up please.

Haven't you humbled yourself enough?

Is this good-for-nothing guy who wants you?

-I could be a good-for-nothing guy,

but a good-for-nothing in love.

Every day that passes without you is torture for me.

A good-for-nothing and a poet.

A mixture of those who do not even reach to be a man.

-Without insulting, madam.

-Whoever lacks the good rules is you

sneaking in where nobody invited you.

And I don't feel like seeing you.
Haven't I already told you 1000 times?

My God. Is this Pink Floyd the Liberator of America?

Liberator of America?
Of the Indies, as you say.

This you have to explain to me.
Yes, don't worry.

Wow, who would have guessed that behind a man of science

was such rudeness hidden?

Do you fancy a good wine?

I'm dying to hear your adventures on the high seas.

Mission accomplished, there is an appointment for Alba.

A little issue has arisen ...
It will not be more serious

that the problem with Godoy.
What's up?

Godoy has removed the children's home from the Board of Ladies,

and will not be given back until Goya paints "The Maja".

It can't be, the children will die.
We have two missions,

get Goya to paint the painting and Godoy to return the children's home.

Very well.

And the little thing you wanted to tell me?

Nothing, Alonso almost broke the face to Simón Bolívar.

Have you met Simon Bolivar?
My colleague caught him sneaking in

to flirt with the girl on the Ladies' Board.

What's her name? Teresa del Toro?

That one. But no way.
She doesn't like him at all.

How have I not noticed it before?
What happen?

That we don't have two missions, we have three.

And now what happens to you?
Nothing.

The kings want me to accompany them to La Granja.

We leave tomorrow.

It will only be a few days.

And I'm going to miss you so much.

I really wish you'd come with me, honey,

but the queen is upset if I take you to my wife's side.

And your wife does not mind you sleeping with the queen?

Why did you forbid the board to manage the children's home?

I don't think you understand.

These nobles believe themselves to be masters of the kingdom.

I will not let a Duchess stand above me.

Those children are the people,

for which you have fought so hard.
-Yes, those same people

that now calls me the Chorizo-maker.

that spends the day in parties, jokes

and bullfights, while they despise me,

with everything, I've done for them.

You have sent back some orphans to misery.

I was like them.

You talk about what you do not know, Pepita.
I am a politician

and I have to consider state reasons

which you can't understand.
-Well, see if you understand this.

I will not be yours again until those children

be treated as they deserve.

Teresa del Toro is the future wife of Simón Bolívar,

she was until you frightened her by humiliating her.

Why is this Bolivar so important?

He was the liberator of America.
Helped many countries

to get rid of the yoke of the Spanish Government.

What kind of yoke? Castile took to the Indies the faith in Christ,

brought industry, education ...
Diseases, slavery.

Not everything was rosy.
I do not consent that you insult

the glory of Spain.
If that little boy undermined

the power of empire, we shouldn't have to help him.

But history is what it is.
If Bolivar doesn't marry Teresa,

his life will be different and the America we know as well.

It will be even better.
You know how this works.

Like it or not, we have no choice.

Ok, ok, what do we do?

You guys, I do not know. But I have too much to think about, so I retire.

Don't go to bed late.
No, relax.

One drink?
Yes.

Let's see if I can handle that many things I don't understand.

Quiet or you will never move again!

You want Goya to paint that horror again,

but that is not possible.

Stop and get out of here.

There will be no second warning.
Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Are you sure this is the drawing?

I couldn't forget.

We shouldn't have left you alone, I'm sorry.

We can certainly rule out the Inquisition.

Everything seems to point out to some kind of secret society

or to some lodge.

Irene and Ernesto will take care of investigating it.

You will return to 1799.

We have too many open fronts.

Are we not going to split up?

No, you will not.

Given the importance of the matter, I have spoken with the Presidency.

They want us to focus on Bolivar and Goya.

Those are the orders.

Meanwhile, the children of the children's home will die.

The moral argument can be spared,
Pacino.

I know very well what a children's home means, believe me.

And don't get mistaken with me.

One thing is what the Presidency says and another, whatever I say.

When the boss has an idea ...

Thank you, I wouldn't have thought of it.
The merit is yours,

yours and from the ladies' board.

We have only found a shortcut.

Come with me. I want you to see what we're doing.

Come in.

The first thing we have done has been

to separate healthy children from the sick ones.

In the children's home, they were all together.
Each morning the sheets are changed

and everything is thoroughly scrubbed with vinegar.

But we have a problem.

There is only one wet nurse for every three babies.

Children lack food.

And as many are born sick with syphilis,

Sharing the breast multiply the contagions.

-Nothing, there is no way, madam.

He doesn't want to eat.

And they can't hire more?

Healthy, well-fed women?

With the means we have is impossible.

Come. That's why we're trying to give them porridge.

Let's see.

It's tempered, isn't it?

Let's me.

Let's me.

Let's me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, he doesn't want.

Excuse me, but we can't cope.
Let's go.

Let's go somewhere quieter.
Excuse me.

There we have the liberator.

Teresa.

What do you want?
-I brought you some sweets.

I'm very busy.
Leave me alone.

He will liberate America, but he is a poor devil.

We have to do something.
Teresa must fall in love again.

Don't count on me. And think that with a good punch in time

the empire would be saved.
Alonso.

That it's.

It is what Lope did with me to try to gain me.

Did that bastard hit you?
No.

No man who did that would deserve my attention.

He hired two actors to pretend attacked me and he saved me....

We can do the same with Bolivar and his beloved.

Did Lope do that? What a bastard.

I saw that the other day in a movie.

Once more.
"Back to the future," was called.

It's clear that no idea is original.

Well, some more than another.

I've never hit anyone.
It's not necesasy.

Not need. They are two actors, you approach then,

punch one, and he goes to the ground

and Maria Teresa, safe and full of love for you.

Like that, so easy?
Yes.

I see it very dangerous.

It would be better that
you keep sending chocolates.

It's the only solution.
María Teresa lost all interest

when Alonso humiliated in public.

What she needs to see
is a real man,

to see a heroe.

That girl is just fussy.
I have some nieces,

Simon Bolivar,...
Alonso, please!

No, Mr.De Entrerríos.

I am more afraid of María Teresa's
rejection than of death itself.

But from the moment I saw her
I knew I would give my life.

That I am sure; it will be
María Teresa or no one.

What I don't understand is why you want to help me.

I need the patience of a saint.

Velázquez.

You haven't done anything.

Because finding the subject of the
painting is the most difficult,

figuring out what I want to show.
What did Goya want to show?

- A naked woman.
- Sure, but what's behind?

A divan.

Doesn't understand me.
That is the rational, the obvious,

but what is the feeling, the passion?

What is the passion?
-Velázquez, don't piss me off.

Keeps your feelings to paint sunsets

in your free time.
-You could know a lot

of reports and regulations, but of art, you have no idea.

What I do know is that if the mission fails,

we all depend on this damn painting

I'm not a photocopier.
-No, of course not.

You are a pain in the ass.
-And you're a fool.

What?
-Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

No, no, don't even think about it. It's enought.
Or you complete the picture

or I suspend you of employment and salary.

Good afternoon.
Mr. Francisco.

Good afternoon.
Look, here I bring you your engraving.

The dream of the reason produces monsters.

Thank you very much, Don Francisco.
It's awesome

and so true ...
Beautiful, beautiful.

I'm very happy to see you, Madam Duchess.

What is this woman doing here?

What a surprise to see you here, Don Francisco.

Are you now faking a chance encounter?

At night and in a tavern I'm afraid it's inevitable.

The odd thing would be to find you in your house keeping mourning.

Do you want to take seat?

Take care of your comments, Mr. Painter.

They will think that I speak out of spite.

But you can talk at ease.

Madrid already knows that you change man more often than dresses.

-That's right, and I'll tell you why.

It's difficult to find a worthy man,

one in particular that doesn't spend the day with complaints and cries.

"Yes, of course, it would be much better to surrender yourself to the good-lookings and the bullfighters."

The higher the lady, the lower her passions.

Low passions?

You don't understand anything.

I aspire to live each day as if it were the last one,

bet it all to one card,

like those bullfighters, you despise so much.

That I despise? If I despised them, I would not paint them.

But you are jealous of them.
-Jealousy?

Do you know why I go with them?

Because I prefer to flutter around the light

although I burned.

You are a tormented man, Paco,

and I don't want your shadow to reach me.

Yes, Yes, I understand.

Keep me informed.

Do you know anything about the patrol?
The Duchess's plan has failed.

We need new ideas.

Well, I'm afraid that's not the worst.

Why?

Because of the seal that Amelia saw when they attacked her.

We have found out to whom it belongs and our fears are confirmed.

It's a secret society.

"They called themselves The Exterminating Angel".

"Legend is mixed with reality".

"But we know for certain that it was a violent group

of fundamentalist and ultramontane ideas".

"They wanted to end all the enlightened advances

and restore the Inquisition,

using any method, extortion,

robbery or murder".

"The cause of God needs you.

Crush the liberal perfidy, let freedom of thought die.

Ruin to our homeland.
Long live almighty God.

Long live!

Long live the old charters!
Long live!

"That would explain the destruction of The Nude Maja".

"Yes, but that's not the worst of it".

The Exterminating Angel didn't exist at that time.

It was founded 20 years later, in 1821.

Maybe ...

that was brewing in that moment.

No, I don't think so. The Exterminating Angel was born to overthrow Ferdinand VII.

They thought he was too soft.

They wanted to enthrone his brother, Carlos María Isidro,

Which was even more reactionary.

Irene, I need you to join the mission,

That helps the patrol to recover "The Nude Maja"

and warns them of this new danger.

Yes, sir.

Don't run, they will see us.
-Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

Now. But don't tell anyone I've helped you, eh?

No, they'll have to torture me, like San Lorenzo.

Better not get caught.
Don't get dramatic.

How do I look?
-Very good.

I owe you my life.

The Exterminating Angel?

That was used by my grandmother to kill cockroaches.

We aren't for jokes,

and even less if it's confirmed that these guys travel through time.

What can we do?
Being very careful

and finishing here our mission as soon as possible.

What do we do with the painting?
Goya will not paint again

to the Duchess of Alba. They hate each other.
We have to find another model.

Last chance is to appeal to Pepita Tudó.

All right, I'll help you with that.
What about Bolivar?

That is an unbearable pussy.

Yes, but Alonso and I have an infallible plan.

Are you thinking the same as me?

No, you are thinking the same as me,

for that I'm the boss.

Excuse me?
Sorry, it was a joke.

Bad one, but a joke.

As the wise man said, it is better to laugh than to cry.

Which wise man said that?
-Mr. Bean,

one of the kings of the British comedy.

So we have a secret society that travels through time.

That was the last straw.
-That need confirmation still.

Sorry.
-Yes. Toast always

falls to the ground on the side of the butter.

Wow, today you're overflowing with popular wisdom.

Popular wisdom doesn't have much to envy

to those who are intellectuals.

And that defines our situation perfectly.

If there is a chance that something bad will happen,

the worst will happen.

We have overcome many crises. This doesn't have to be different.

The difficult thing isn't to overcome the crises,

the difficult thing is ... the wounds that are left open.

And Spain is full of them.
-Yes, they know precisely those

who believe in absolute truth and try to impose it on others.

Indeed.
-The mouth is full with words

like "homeland", "God" and then bargain with both.

Yes, or those who proclaim revolutions

and when they succeed,

behave the same as the dictatorships that previously criticized so much.

Not knowing that everything is nothing more than a fight between brothers.

Well, there you have Cain and Abel.

Or Henry IV and Isabel the Catholic.

The Carlist wars,
the Spanish civil War.

In short, Goya's black paintings.

I don't know where we're going to end up.
-What are you going to tell me?"

That is why we have to get "The Nude Maja" survives,

even to match it, it will not be all dark and gloomy.

It is done. Velázquez has gone to meet Goya.

Don't even think about saying I know it and I didn't say a word.

If he finds out, I have him all day in my office

asking me to go on missions.
-Take it easy, boss.

Take it easy?

Who told you about that painting?

That was supposed to be a secret.
Don't worry.

The secret will be safe with us.

We don't want to harm your protector.

We just want that Godoy ...
Excuse me!.

I suppose you mean the Prince of Peace.

Sure, forgive me.

The Prince of Peace wants that painting

and we want him to give back the children's home

to the ladies' board.
I know about the children's home.

Manuel told me.
Goya would be willing

to do the painting; we need you to come back and pose for him.

Does Goya accept?

Hard to belive,
Why?

Almost didn't look at my body.

He had a harder time than me, of being so shy.

Either that or he didn't like what he saw.
Impossible.

That is why he painted another body.

With those breasts so ...
Which aren't mine, of course.

Don't count on me.

I will not suffer another humiliation like that.

Sorry, but I think you more than anyone else

should sympathize with those children being you an orphan.

Of course, so much going around to come to this point.

You are very kind, but you can go home.

Listen to us for a moment, please.
I'm not giving in!

For me, would be an honor, Don Francisco,

to be the muse of a genius, the object of admiration...

Blackmail, Miss Tudó.

What is doing your friend Godoy is blackmail.

Doesn't matter Don Francisco

The fate of these children justifies everything.

Don't put yourself to his level.
You seem to be deafer than me.

Don't you understand?
I can't paint that painting.

I can't!
As usual.

You sell engravings in defense of reason,

but when you have to fight, you look away.

Do you have anything else to tell me?

This has always happened and will continue to do so

in this unjust country.

The intelligent are divided into a thousand internal struggles;

the audacious, in front of the firing squad;

the righteous in exile and the innocent in misery.

Don Francisco.

Excuse me, Francisco.

Sorry to bother you.

It's an honor.
-Excuse me, I don't hear well, how?

It's a great honor to meet you, you don't know how I admire you.

I'm a painter too, you know.
-Yes, I celebrate it, I celebrate it.

I need your help, it will only be a moment.

What do you want?

I need to portray a woman.
-Excuse me?"

Paint a woman

naked.

But what joke is this?
Fuck you, man.

Fuck off!
-No, you don't understand me.

I want to take part in a contest

in the academy of fine arts of San Fernando.

Well, I'm an honorary academic, I can't recommend anybody.

It will only be a moment, let me see...

What drives you to the canvas?

The beauty of the naked body?

The nostalgia of youth?
Fear of loneliness?

All that is just nonsenses.

Nonsense after nonsense, do you understand me?

How can you understand?

Can only be painted

a woman who obsesses you,

that overcome you and have you at her mercy.

It isn't enough to love her, eh?

She must have stolen your soul.

And one must have the nobility to recognize it.

Yes, because if there is only lust, the portrait will be a violation.

If there is only detachment,

What's the difference with the surgeon who cuts you with a scalpel?

To paint a woman...

...you must first give yourself to her.

-Pintar is another way

of making love.

Look, for example, at the great Diego Velázquez.

It's magnificent.

Shut up! Shut up, bitch!

Be quiet.
-Shut her up now.

Release her, you cowards!

That lady is the best thing that ever happened to me.

I swear I'll kill you if you don't let her go.

Don't be afraid, Maria Teresa, you will always be safe with me.

-I'll fix you up.

I'm not paid to get my face slapped.

But what are you doing, foolish?

The other two are trembling, shaking.

You have smashed Simon Bolivar's head.

To whom?

Velázquez was an unreachable master.

Oh, what can we do, the ones who came after him?

Admiring his genius,

regret our mediocrity.

What stupid!

But how small it's.
Very small.

How old is?
Well, we don't know.

Just arrived.

And have they left it here like this?

Ladies, I came to apologize.

Why, Don Francisco?

Are you going to re-paint it?

No, no.

I feel it in my deepest.

I really admire your work with children,

but I'm not able to paint it anymore.

But why?
I can't understand it.

I'm a bitter and godless old man.

I don't hope you will understand me.

And what are looking for here?
Our compassion?

I'm asked to portray the beauty of the woman,

but I only get...

monsters, witches and demons.

that's the only thing I see around me, a Spain

miserable, trapped in her nightmare.

Then you choose to surrender.

You don't know how disappointed I am, Don Francisco.

Lady Duchess, it's not my ... Sir,

I also wanted to apologize.

I have been very unfair to you.

No, you don't have to apologize.

Many pedants who pretend to be Enlightenment ones

they should have your intelligence and your ability to speak.

You are the real Enlightenment one, not them.

If I were 20 years younger...

I would be hopelessly in love with you.

They say that love has no age.

Excuse me?
Nothing at all.

Nothing at all.

That phrase had to be created by some old liar.

Sorry, we didn't expect to appear a pric...

a mad man like that, all of a sudden.
Great idea yours.

The savage one almost kills me with one blow.

Do you know who it was?
Don't.

He had the madness in his eyes.

You can't sneak on a mission,
you can't!

I had to talk to Goya.
And if you kill Bolivar?

Please don't say anything.
Velázquez, please.

If Salvador finds out, he will kill me.
But what did he say?

What I needed to know,

that he can only paint a woman whom he admires,

who obsess him, who have him at his mercy.

For that, you did this trip?
That is life itself.

Being painter, football player or plumber.

Help! Please!

Who are you?
No, no, no!

You can't do this!

No, no, no, please, you can't do this.

Children.

No, not at all.

I don't consent to it.
Godoy, this is an outrage.

Take everyone to the children's home.
-Stop please.

Is your soul not sick of it?
-I order you to release the children.

But this is a rescue, ma'am.
You had them kidnapped.

-This is the last straw!

Release her now!
Your will not take any children.

Who's going to stop me? You?
Yes, me too.

No, please, let them through.
I don't want blood.

I swear you'll pay for this.

Oh yeah? And who are you?

Another poor soul who wants fame confronting me?

No, I'm Simón Bolívar.

Remember my name every time an injustice is perpetrated.

I'm sorry, but I've already forgotten.

Com'on

Go, horse, go.

Let's go!

What are you doing here?

Didn't you need a model to paint?

It seems Godoy has given up.

He would gladly have given him something else.

The children's home will be perfect, just as the story tells.

Good job.

There is no better mission than saving a child.

How long have they been hanging?

What do you mean, two hours?

We have a pending issue.

Well...

I think he just needs a little push.

You don't care that the boy will break the empire.

A lot. What happens is that he has come out to defend the weak

and that must always be respected.
Sure.

I don't know, I don't think it's for the best.

Will you excuse me?

I have something to say to Mr. Bolivar.

Irene, what a piece of work.

I just want to congratulate you on how you confronted the soldier yesterday.

If it isn't for you, we would not be here

and this children's home is fundamental.

We must take care of those children.

I don't know why, but I belive...
Simon,

Can you help me bring the diapers?

Sure.

I think we can go at ease.

I'll reach you.

Already, but it's all very dirty around here

and the children are going to slip.
Duchess.

Yes.
I come to say goodbye.

You don't know how much I appreciate your help.

I think they were looking for something like this.

It will be useful.

Bye.
Thank you.

Baby bottle.

Cheers.
Cheers.

And tell me, master,
Do you like Velázquez?

Ah, that if I like him? he's the greatest of masters.

-Would you like to have met him?
-Not at all.

He was reputed to be an unbearable Andalusian.

Well, this is a great Cariñena, gentlemen.

But I must leave.

Art is long and life is short.

Take it.

This is for you.

Thank you very much, Don Francisco.
You're welcome.

Sirs.

Amelia, Amelia.

Amelia, what is that?

Amelia.

It's the "Capricho number 81".

But Goya only painted 80.

Bah, it's what I said, the technique fails.

Yes, that is great.

Anyway, it's a good thing I don't have to paint "La Maja" anymore.

Goya is in danger.
What's up?

Three prisoners looked at him badly and went out behind him.

Francisco.
Don Francisco!

Are you okay?
Yes Yes.

Came up.
I don't know what has happened.

They have jumped on me.

Haven't you seen anyone?
Two shadows.

They have fled up the street.

Amelia, follow me.

They are dead.
They wear the rings.

Ernesto.

We need a cleaning team.

We have lost them.
Let's go back.

Have you found anything?
Don't.

No, it's just that I think ...
Don't worry, Pacino.

I don't worry, I don't worry, but...

In the end everything went well.
We have the picture of Goya,

The children's home is in the hands of the ladies' board

and Bolivar will marry Maria Teresa.

They will marry in La Coruña in 1802.
I hope they will be happy.

You don't know what happened.
No.

They moved to live in Venezuela,

but Maria Theresa fell ill with fevers and died shortly afterward.

I mean, we sent that kid to the worst misfortune of his life.

Something happens?
No.

Go ahead, please. See you in Salvador's office.

It's the story, it had to be like this.
Nothing has to be like that, damn it.

You're wrong, Pacino.
Things are as they are.

When Bolivar's wife died, he left for Paris

and there he found new ideals,

but he swore he would not marry again,

that his only love would be the independence of America.

And what happened to Godoy?

The people of Aranjuez rebelled against him.

He fled to Italy with Pepita and spent his life

writing a memoir to justify what he had done

And clean his name.
Is there anything

that ends well in Spain?
No.

You're wrong, Pacino.
The ladies' board

continued their work in the children's home for half a century.

They reformed the institution, reduced the mortality rate

from 96 to 20%.

And they introduced many medical advances.

Well, we got Goya safe.

Safe? He doesn't have much health.
No, isn't what look like.

The Duchess of Alba died two years later,

but Goya survived her 23 more.

Difficult years.
He did the best of his work, but...

he had to die in exile.
Do we know anything about the dead ones?

Ernesto is at the autopsy.

Hell, I didn't think it was that fast.

There is news. One of the corpses had often gone to the dentist.

By the implanted pieces we know that they weren't precisely in 1817,

date on which The Exterminating Angel is born.

What year are we talking about, Ernesto?

1990.

It's not possible.
Yes, yes, it's.

This is the necklace I gave to Marta.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm.

Your Majesty has entrusted me with a task of the utmost importance.

-Ah, yes, the chronicle.

"Every morning the same thing.

Now he will leave the room and say good morning to me".

Good Morning.

Why did Salvador recruit me if he didn't assign me any patrol?

I need a mission now.

He worries that I don't assign missions to Lola.

I'm worried Pacino.

I don't understand how he could let Marta escape.

Yes.
-It's the year of signing

of the peace treaty between Spain and England.

They tried to poison the English envoy.

I'm sending the patrol right away.

Someone wants to break the peace treaty between Spain and England.

Yes, if they succeed, it will be the collapse of our country.

Who prefers war to peace?

Anyone who makes weapons.
Or many Spanish nobles,

like Lerma, who didn't forget the English affronts in the sea.

How is going your story, Don Miguel?

William Shakespeare.

I need to meet him.

Sometimes I think the king is Lerma's

and we are his servants.
And meanwhile, the king is hunting.

You will accompany the English entourage.

My English is very basic, huh?

Beer, more beer,
cocktail, kiss me,

the toilet, please, nice butt.

Same as the pescaíto frito with the "fish and chips".

You're so funny!.

Let me introduce you ...
It isn't necessary, Your Majesty.

We met a long time ago.

I'd better go if you would listen to me instead of Lerma.

- You are obsessed.
- Are you William Shakespeare?.

That's right.