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"We will show you why Spanish

is known as the language of Cervantes around the world.

Your novel is the most important

of the history of mankind".
-"Will the world know my work?"

"The whole world will admire it.

It's the most translated text after the Bible".

What...? What's going on?

You have rested on your laurels.

If I told you...

What? If you told me, what?

If my dreams come true,

you would die of envy.
-Sure.

well, well, well...

I see that the king has assigned you the best palace office.

Lucky.

I suppose it will remind you of your time in prison.

Her Majesty has entrusted me with a task

of utmost importance.
-Oh yes.

The chronicle, yes.

What are you doing here?

I'm preparing a play in honor of the English.

I came to invite you in person.

Are you going to play for the English?

Of course.

Do you know who is part of the Anglo-Saxon delegation?

The Great William Shakespeare.

I suppose it will ring a bell to you, will not?

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, what a great moment our face-to-face encounter will be.

Will you come?

I want you to be a witness

of my exaltation beyond the borders.

It will be a pleasure.

Thank you, Don Miguel.

One,

two,

three and...

Ah! Whoreson!

Good morning mother.

Today you have risen up earlier than me.
Yes, I couldn't sleep more.

Are you okay?

Just a little congested, nothing more.

You read me these stories when I was little.

Do you remember the tale of the ant

who was looking for a suitor?

She wanted to get married as soon as possible.

I kept these books to read to your children.

Grandchildren are the joy of old age.

But I will give it to Nuria Vidal,

because she is soon going to be a grandmother.

Mother.

I'm still very young.

In three years I will have finished my studies

and I can think of marriage.

But who is going to love you at 27?

Some widower, maybe.

You are obsessed with books, you don't see beyond.

whether Lope, whether Cervantes...

Women can't obsess over one only thing.

-But the men do.
-Yes.

Men can allow themselves it.

That's why all writers are men.

Mother,

Fernan Caballero was a woman.

Do you see it?

And how many children did she have?

None.

"Every morning is the same.

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

Good Morning.

-"Oh, you prepared coffee."
-Oh, you prepared coffee.

Yes darling.

"Now he'll say, How's your day?".

And if we leave it here, Alonso?

What?

Maybe we should give ourselves some time.

You spend the day sulking, but you dare not tell me why.

You're upset because I don't get pregnant, right?

-And that's why ...? How...?
-It's very easy, Alonso.

I catch you every five minutes staring at my belly.

I don't understand.
We have been for a long time

together to be pregnant and don't understand.

-Because there are ways to avoid it.
-It's those damn pills.

And I, why I was not aware?
It's my body and I decide.

Yes, but you're my wife.

Look, Alonso.

I love you,

But I am nobodies.

And I don't want children.

A lot of children are without parents and poorly cared for.

I'd rather look after them a thousand times

before bringing a child to this world

that every time I like less.

Think about what I said.

By the way,

Didn't tell you that you're a bit old-fashioned?

How can I not be old-fashioned?

I was born in the sixteenth century, my goodness!.

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

I told my mother that I was going to live in Mexico with my aunt.

And for what? Not at all.

Everything will come in time

I need a mission now.

What you need is a little patience, Lola.

-We have to go now.
-Yes.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

-What door was it?
-You don't remember?

Me neither. Let's see.

Damn, what a bad handwriting Angustias has. Look.

Number 973 of 1982, and goes to Torrelodones.

Good, in that case, we will take a walk.

You're not very talkative today.

-I'm never very talkative.
-Yes, that's true.

Here it is.

You are worried that I don't assign missions to Lola.

No, I'm worried about Pacino.

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

Ready?

I lowered my guard. How many times do I have to say it?

As many as needed until I understand.

-Did she not attack you?
-She hit my hand,

my weapon fell, I grabbed her and went to pick up the gun

and in that moment she escaped. And that's all.

Let me go to 1982. I screwed up

I have to fix it.

No, I have given the order to Ernesto and Irene

to go to the Ministry of 82

to see if they find anything that will help us.

-But Ernesto...
-Not a bloody thing.

Be grateful that I don't suspend you from employment and salary, eh?

Excuse me.

Yes? Ah.

Carrasco, I hope you don't call me to complain about your new assignment.

It could, but it is not the case.

I need you to send a patrol to 1605

-to Valladolid.
-Something wrong?

"Don't you know the history?".

It's the year of the signing of the peace treaty

between Spain and England.

They have tried to poison the English envoy.

Yesterday the royal cook cooked him some dishes...

a little bit special.

Stop there!

Insensate.

Don't you see that the decoration is missing?

I should kick you in the butt.

Leave the plate near the English Admiral.

And announce the dish as Saboyan pastries

Of small liver puffs. Do you understand?

The smell of the liver has to make the diners delight.

Come on.

"The dishes came back in a while

without being even tasted".

Damn Englishmen!

My dogs have a better palate than they do.

And this I found myself this morning. I send you a photo.

-Are there any witnesses?
-"Please boss, of course not,

-we are professionals".
-Yes of course I understand.

Ok. I'm sending the patrol right away.

All right.

Find me the patrol.

Pacino.

-And don't screw it again, huh?
-Of course, boss.

Such a faces... Looks like we're going to a funeral.

Amelia, you do not know who lived in Valladolid

at that time?
-Of course, you know.

Lope, Cervantes, Quevedo, Gongora, well, and many others.

Really? I thought those lived in the Las Letras neighborhood of Madrid.

People like to change of pace.

The Duke of Lerma was who really like it.

-What's that got to do with it?
-He was the king's favorite.

He convinced Felipe III to move the court to Valladolid

where he had many lands and sold them at its weight in gold.

-He hit a jackpot in real estate.
-Then he repeated the operation.

Purchased land in Madrid at a knockdown price

and got enriched by selling them when the court returned

five years later.
With that, the sale of positions

and peddling of political favors, became the richest man

of the Empire.
We believe ourselves very modern

and that we know everything,
But clearly, in this country

there have been muggers for centuries.

There are not enough cells for that many muggers.

That was Elena's phrase.

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How is your chronicle, Don Miguel?

Good, good.

But it has reached my ears

That is going to be represented a comedy in honor of the English.

-We must celebrate the peace treaty.
-By Lope de Vega, right?

It's the Queen's express wish.

I moved to Valladolid following the royal family

and I have only found

a pestilent river and a freezing cold.

What else do I have to do to get my plays on stage?

To become a cradle robber, like Lope?

Only the plays of the same people are on stage

better to say, of the same one.

There was no contest to choose the play.

You are beyond any competition.

You are the author of the magnificent "Don Quixote of La Mancha".

You know? It took three months to exhaust the first edition.

Congratulations.

And I am convinced that your chronicle will be unparalleled.

I'm not sure about that.

I think Lope would write it more to the taste of the queen.

And I could perform my play to the English.

Again and again!

Your job is to write that chronicle and full stop.

Okay, I'll write the chronical.

But...

I have to ask you something.

Do you want to ask me a favor?

Among the English who will attend the function

there is a writer,

that excel by far The Phoenix of Wits.

The greatest in England.

William Shakespeare.

I need to meet him.

Okey.

If that English man with unpronounceable name

came with the admiral, I will introduce you.

Excellent.

-And you were not in ...?
-1808.

-Right.
-The war of Independence.

For years served, I requested the transfer to a more quiet time,

and you see what success.
-So somebody wants to break

the peace treaty between Spain and England, right?

If it succeeds, it will be the collapse of our country.

Yeah, and that?

I see, it seems they are no longer mandatory

the history tests for the agents of the Ministry.

-What test?
-Let's see, I'll be brief so you can figure it out.

That treaty ended a 20-year war

and allowed Spain to be a marine power

for another century in its history.

Because England is committed to stopping pirate incursions

and in return, Spain undertakes not to kill Protestants

by the mere fact of being

and to open the English trade to the Spanish Indies.

Bad, that's lowering the breeches.

Once to compete with England,

better with its merchants than with its pirates.

-Are they not the same?
-We continue with our business.

Who could prefer war rather than peace?

Anyone who manufacture weapons for the Dutch.

In the treaty, England renounces to support Flanders

in their fight against Spain.

Or many Spanish nobles, such as Lerma,

they could not forget the English affronts in the sea.

As I don't forget them.

I have brought the chronicle of events to anticipate what will happens.

The English landed in La Coruna a week ago, right?

es, and they have been in the capital for four days.

He who wants to kill them, I do not know who he is or how long he has been here.

If they have tried it once, they will do it again.

And Spinola? Should not he be here?

Your uncle went north to fight

-and he had passed me the ball.
-What do you mean, my uncle?

You will pretend to be his niece. It's in place now.

You will be the queen's new lady-in-waiting.

And us?

You will accompany the English entourage.

But ... Well, my English is very basic, huh?

"Beer, more beer,

eh... cocktail, kiss me, the toilet please, nice butt".

Oh, my God. You must teach me, Pacino.

Don't worry, you will not really need it.

Admiral Howard defends himself in Castilian.

From so much attacking Spaniards he learned it.

He commanded the fleet that sank our Spanish Armada.

And then he took and sacked the city of Cádiz.

Do we really have to protect this whoreson?

Yes, and he shouldn't be aware of the danger.

Aha, they've finally awakened.

I will introduce you.

Take them to the tavern, accompany them to the latrines.

And put on warm clothes tomorrow. You go hunting with them.

On this land, it's so cold that your soul freezes.

"Dear Don Juan de la Cuesta:

I'm very busy these days

as the chronicler of the court in Valladolid.

I'm writing you to bring me without delay

a new copy of the second edition of my 'Quixote'

without the typographical errors of the first one.

The occasion deserves it.

I will compensate you generously".

So you are the niece of General Ambrosio Spinola.

Yes.

Beatrice Spínola.

It's curious. I've never heard of you before.

It's normal, I just came from Genoa.

Your Spanish is excellent.

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And I suspect he wants to suckle.

Take it.

I'm sorry to have put you to the test.

I must be watchful eye,

Because the Duke of Lerma takes advantage of any occasion

to bring me ladies-in-waiting who watch me.
-But you are the queen.

Sometimes I think the king is the one from Lerma

and us, his servants.

The Duke has put me aside.

He makes everybody believe that I'm a crazy jealous.

And meanwhile, the king, hunting.

But one day I will prove his abuses.

I'm so sorry to hear that, Your Majesty.

Could I help you with anything?

I'd be happy if you could get me a chamomile.

-"Cheers!".
-"Cheers".

One moment, one moment. The foreigners like this very much.

Up...

-Up.
-There, there.

-Down, down.

To the center. Let him say it, let him say it: to the center.

-To the center.
-There, "and inside".

There.

Ah! Damn you. Are you blind?

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My men are wet behind the ears.

I learned to love a cold beer in Cadiz.

No point of comparison.

Same as the pescadito frito with the "fish and chips'.

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"More beer, more beer".

Sorry, you can't go in here.

I'm the queen's new lady-in-waiting and she wants a camomile.

Sorry. I finish this recipe and I serve you.

What do you write?

A recipe book.

Now it's fashionable the theater, the novel, the poetry,

that nonsense.

But I have a vision.

In the future, what will be in fashion will be cooking books.

Are we going for the chamomile?

These days I never get a break.

What's going on?

With the English, at the court, we aren't able to cope

They are more than 200.

And the new extra servants are a disaster.

Have you had any problems?

-Aha.
-Do you know his name?

I bet that "dull" by name and "dunce" surname.

Aha, What countenance did he have?

He had thin brown hair and clear forehead,

dark circles,

fallen cheeks

and sad looking.

-Ring a bell?
-No.

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Any news from Amelia?

She just sent the traits of a suspect.

Aha. Pass them to Velázquez so he can make a sketch.

Do we know anything about Ernesto and Irene?

Not at the moment, boss.

Ok.

We have recruited Marta Sañudo three ...

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three years, yes.

-May I?
-Yes, of course.

Thanks.

He was born in 45, then she is 37 years old in 82.

Continue, please.

Well, we needed someone expert at Al-Andalus.

She was the first of her promotion of Geography and History

and PhD "cum laude" in that period.

Did they ever detect anything suspicious?

No. If you want me to tell you the truth,

the only one that made me nervous was Pacino.

If you can keep him in 2017, much better for us.

-Anything else?
-Yes.

We need the records of the cases assigned to Marta,

her medical reports and all her belongings.

Please, Encarna, come into the office.

Accompany these gentlemen to the dressing room

and open the looker Marta Sañudo.

They are authorized to take the material they find.

Sure. Will you come with me, please?

With pleasure.

Olé, what thing.

Yes, sir, Olé.

Look at her, look at her. My god, Encarna, how are you.

Have we come to the 80's or to the Pleistocene?

-All yours.
-Thanks.

-Do you recognize anyone in this photo?
-Eh... yes.

This is Marta, Ramiro Cruz,

a charm, ah ... San Segundo

And Pacino. Oh, Pacino.

Too bad he's gone.

He is so handsome...

Although now it's up to you to enjoy him a little bit, right?

Now that he's finally left alone.

The golden bachelor, eh?

Excuse me.

And in this one, do you recognize anyone?

Well, just Marta. They must be personal photos.

I see. Thanks.

Oh, God.

In 82 nobody knows much about Marta, it seems incredible.

Well, if they ask around here, they do not know much about you either.

Yes, of course.

Luckily we have enough material.

Aha, and little time.

To be more effective we could count on Lola,

so she will feel useful.
-No, not yet.

When the time comes, I will assign her a mission

for now, I only want Irene and you in the case.

How is going?

-That's what I should be the one asking.
-Nothing relevant.

And you have something?

Yes, Marta's birth certificate is fake.

She wasn't born in 1945.

And look at these two pictures when I zoom them.

It's the same face in both.

-It's a photomontage.
-Not an expert in Photoshop,

but not bad for that time.

It seems a long night awaits us.

Yes.

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That's what I was saying.

"Cheers!".

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-"Drink it up, Spaniards".
-"On you go, on you go".

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Thank you, Beatrice.

Why are you smiling?

Because of your goodness.

Not many queens in history have thanked their maids

Before a Queen, I'm a person.

And I, before the lady, am grateful and flattered.

-I swear to you.
-Don't swear.

That is an issue of men who don't keep their promises.

-Can I ask you a favor?
-It will be an order for me.

They say that Queen Isabella the Catholic

she ordered his ladies-in-waiting to sleep with her.

Yes, I heard that.

Apparently, she did it so that they could not accuse her

of infidelity to King Fernando.

Can you spend the night with me?

Think no evil.

Nor do I ask you to prove that I'm faithful to my husband,

God knows that I'm, that's enough for me.

I just want to sleep

knowing someone is with me.

I just want you to tell me stories,

That you tell me a fairy tale as if I was a girl.

"A bull passed and said to him:

"Ant, little ant, do you want to marry me?"

"And how you will make me fall in love with you," replied the little ant.

The bull began to moo.

The ant covered her ears with both legs.

"Go on your way," he said to the bull, "you frighten me, you amaze me and...

you scare me".
-"Very good".

At the end,

the foreigners come to Spain for the same,

doesn't matter the age

To drink, to get pissed on.

Really... Fuck.

Like in the Golden Age, shit.

My God.

Tomorrow you will see, we must continue to protect

this Warhol.
-Warhol? Howard.

-Something is wrong with you.
-No.

-Something is wrong with you.
-I said no.

Listen to me, you can tell me, eh, Alonso?

Pacino, my God, that you have just urinated.

What is it? Let me see, Let me see, what is it? The age?

-No.
-It's the age.

-No.
-Bring you memories.

-No, I'm from a century ago.
-100 years more, 100 years less...

We are not going to get delicate.

You know you can tell me anything.

-No.
-It doesn't matter, with me, listen to me,

You don't have to have a mask with me.

-I don't have a mask.
-I'm your pal.

-Sure.
-I'm your bro.

-Let's go to sleep.
-I'm your blood.

-Let's go to sleep.
-To sleep not.

-Let's go to sleep.
-One more before the last one.

No, this is a brothel. To sleep.

Look, that's Lope de Vega.

I have something to talk to him about.

Then I'd better leave you alone.

Let's go and say hello.

Tell him.

Majesty.

-Allow me to introduce you ...
-No need, Your Majesty.

No, we met

time ago.

How small is the world.

From what do you know Beatrice?

Beatrice.

"So honest she seems, and so beautiful,

my pure Beatrice when she greets,

that the tongue, trembling, mute become

and the sight barely dare to look".

-How convenient the verses of Dante.
-Yes.

I translated them myself.

Beatrice.

Come, we need to talk.

How is going my errand?

Eh... Finishing the final scene.

-And the preparations?
-All right.

We're working on it, Your Majesty.

You know, Beatrice?

Tomorrow in the courtyard will be a representation

before the king, the English and the people

which will show the vilest and rotten face of our Duke of Lerma.

Yes, well, more or less.

Good strategy make it clear.

Look closely at the duke's reaction.

when he looks like the corrupted favorite of the King.

Majesty...

We should talk about that title.

Don't you like it?

I'd give it a turnaround.

If you are going to hunt a rat like Lerma, you could call him

"The Mousetrap".

Allegorical.

I like it.

All your personal life is a lie.

Absolutely. Oh.

We have no choice but to find the truth

among the thousands of lies, we have here.

We don't have time.

It's like the lottery, you play a number between thousands

with the absurd hope that you hit the jackpot.

Where is the agenda?

The agenda.

Look.

-Yes.
-Dad.

-Aha.
-Yes, the guy in the photo

tit's not his father, who the fuck is in the line?

See.

The first three figures belong to a door.

The number 456.

And the 18 21?

It is the year 1821, the year that gives the door 456

in the Ministry of 1982.

1821 may be related with the father

Or he may have a hiding place there.

"Our magnanimous king, Felipe III,

honored the English delegation

with a hunting in the Castilian way

to strengthen the bonds of affection and sympathy

between both crowns,

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Hunting birds, "ridiculous".

Where are the foxes?

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Spaniards!

Do you want to bet?

Who hunt more, wins.

Last battle

before the peace.

Nothing would please me more,

if your majesty approves.

As long as you don't bet the gold of the Crown,

you can do as you please.

What do you bet, English?

I like your sword.

I like your arquebus.

My arquebus

killed many of your own

in Plymouth.

"The game is on!".

Can you tell what the fuck you're doing?

What these fools have asked for centuries,

that someone gives them a lesson.
-It's about protecting them,

Not pissing them off.

Sorry to interrupt.

Velázquez has finished the sketch.

But this guy is...

It's the one that killed the Russian who persecuted Hitchcock.

The one with the Walkman.

Send it immediately to Amelia.

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I have three birds.

Three? I have five.

Damn.

Quick, load.

-Four!
-Five!

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Coming.

Let's go!

What are you doing here?

You recognize him? He's the one who tried to poison Howard.

Fuck, it's the squire.

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Quiet, you bastard.

Don't even think about it.

Nine!

And ten!

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-Hip-hip!
-Hurrah!

-Hip-hip!
-Hurrah!

"And that's how it went

a very happy day of hunting,

among arcabuces, pheasants and camaraderie,

by the bank of the Pisuerga, that passes through Valladolid".

"A date remembered by both nations,

that sealed their friendship...

before ratification of the oath

of the settlements established with the English crown".

I don't know the reason of the unreason with which the reason is afflicted.

Perhaps is our majesty that causes such sleeplessness.

-It's that ruffian of ...
-Sorry.

This last verse is going to be much better.

if you say it with your hand like that, on the chest.

Yes.

-Thank you, Don Lope.
-You, very well.

-Thank you, Don Lope.
-Yes Yes. Continue.

Perhaps is our majesty that causes such sleeplessness.

It's that ruffian of Valdemart, who has sucked his brains out to the king.

-Evil stalks us, then.
-Treachery,

who is the daughter of disloyalty, but more bastard.

-Do you recognize it?
-The Ring of The Exterminating Angel.

Also this, the kit of the good agent of the Ministry.

Your mobile phone and some sheets with time doors information.

You have to send everything to the Ministry.

Let's go

It's contradictory.

First, that Pulido...

collaborates with a progressive faction of the Ministry

to sink the international reputation of Franco

Kidnapping Hitchcock.
-And saving Goya.

And, at the same time, it belongs to a secret sect,

ultraconservative and clerical,

which claims that Catholics and Protestants are still at war.

Perhaps the ring is a booty.

Perhaps he was a double agent.

Well, the important thing is that Howard is still alive

and the English have not realized.

The peace treaty still stands.

If there are no more assassins in 1605...

I have ordered the patrol to continue in Valladolid

until the treaty is signed.

Maybe Lola can give us a hand.

She knows about espionage and double agents.

Not yet, Ernesto.

First, we have to confirm that Lola can change...

or is the same as we know.

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Delicious.

I'll have them print your recipe book.

How do you think to name it?

I had thought "Magister Cicero",

"Master cook", in Latin.

No, that title has no future.

Why don't you call him...? I don't know...

"Art of the kitchen, pastry, biscuit and canning".

Isn't it a bit long and explanatory?

People don't understand if you don't explain it 1000 times.

And even less in Latin.

"Have you summoned me, Your Grace?"

-Yes.
-Don Felix Lope de Vega.

Do you want to taste my partridges?
Soon I will publish the recipe.

-Not now. Leave us alone.
-Yes, sir.

Can you explain to me what the fuck you're working on?

It was a royal mandate.

Tell me, what could I do?

A mandate from the queen, which is not the same.

You know my devotion for you.

Last year I glorified your origins and your achievements

In the Eucharistic play of "The Pilgrim in his homeland".

Your comparison of my humble person with St. John the Baptist

I was pleased, to say the truth.

That is why you must trust in my good judgment.

You gain popularity by showing that you know how to fit the mockery.

This is done in France and England....

My dear Lope, this is Spain.

The people are not prepared for some kind of plays.

Well...

Satire relieves the people

So they can continue digesting the heavy fruits of their existence.

I don't want anyone to laugh at me.

Excellence, laugh at the powerful is the revenge of the poor.

And so the order remains.

Very well.

Yes, you have convinced me, my good Lope.

Continue like that.

Tomorrow, after the performance, you will come to my office, eh?

To revoke your theater license "sine die".

How do you say?

Here, in court, there are more than enough writers.

You kick a stone and 20 show up.

But, sir...

Cervantes himself, for example.

I will do you a double favor.

I will introduce you to that English guy...

And I will offer him to represent something for his majesties.

We agreed that only I would meet Shakespeare.

Sure.

The problem of writers

Is that you believe yourselves more important than those who pay you.

-I apologize 1000 times.
-I don't accept apologies.

Represent as we agreed "The Knight of Illescas"

and I will keep my word.

Entertain the public, make them have fun,

so they don't think about what they don't have to think about.

That will be done, Excellency.

"Ay, my dear wife, clear and divine,"

light of my senses,

we are already in Spain.

If we are already, what are you afraid of? To your house, we go.

There is a great evil.

What evil, having life?

I can't say it.

Say it, I beg you.

Don't insist, leave it.

My lord, I insist.

Rest. We will continue the rehearsal after lunch.

Beatrice.

¡Amelia!

What's your name, by God, wait!

You must understand me.

The sword of Damocles hung over my head.

Tell me, what...? What could I do?

Be faithful to your queen and the people,

that made you rich and famous.

You had a debt to them that you broke.

How you have broken my admiration for you.

Man, how nice to see you.

-Where were you?
-Fulfilling the mission.

Shouldn't you be with the English?

Right there we were heading.

The king has invited the foreigners and Cervantes to a game.

Better to be present, before getting worse, right, Alonso?

Stay tuned.

The king and Cervantes were compulsive gamblers, it can be complicated.

See you later!

And what's the matter with her?

Let's go to the street!

Out! Outside! Come on.

I thought we were playing cards in... the palace.

Here, "acts of faith" are made in the Main Square

and cards are played in the taverns.

-And football is watch in bars.
-Yes.

I know you from somewhere.

-Me?
-Aha.

I don't think so.

I at least don't know you at all.

At all.

Excuse me, I'm worse than Quijano.

I live in a hell where I confuse faces

and blend reality and fiction.

Majesty, no one will bother you any longer,

Thanks.

Gentlemen, welcome to this game of cards

In honor of the admiral.

Consider it... the Spanish rematch.

My dear duke, do the honors.

We will play at 21.

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Yes, blackjack.

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Blackjack of course, blackjack.

-We don't understand.
-21.

That is, we invented it and they copied it.

As we say here, actions speak louder than words.

The game is very simple.

The one who reaches 21 wins without passing.

"The game is very simple, those who reaches these 21 points,

is the winner".
-Aha.

Each card has its numerical value,

except the jack, the horse

and the king, which value is ten.

And then there's the ace, which is the most interesting one,

it has the value of 1 or 11...

as required.

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It seems our guests have had good fortune.

Beginner's luck.

I like 21, Your Majesty.

I think we'll import it to England.

I told you.

It's not normal for these to win all the time.

There's something fishy going on here

Yes, but let's cut it out

Get up, English!

-You're cheating you bastard!
-Alonso, please.

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-Spaniards do not know how to lose.
-Yes, whatever you want,

But your friend doesn't get up; is keeping something in his sleeve.

We don't come here to be insulted.

Ha! I knew it. I knew it.

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Goodnight.

I knew it.

I was naive.

To think that I could deal with Lerma...

The Duke has won this battle, but you will win the war.

You just have to find a better partner than Lope.

I don't blame him. It has so many mouths to feed.

Thank you for staying by my side.

Being able to trust someone inside this golden cage...

consoles my soul.

Your Majesty, I have taken the liberty of speaking with that English author,

William Shakespeare.

I heard that he is promising.

For what purpose did you talk to him?

To tell him your story. And what did he say?

The political ambition of Lerma and wanting to command more than the king

He was so disturbed that he will write a tragedy.

-For real?
-Well,

the topic may already have been around his head.

Will he denounce Lerma?

He'll call him Macbeth.

At least the English could learn from our mistakes.

I think we can screw Lerma into something else.

And at the same time, to Lope.

It has come to my ears that Lope wants to meet Shakespeare,

and Cervantes too.

And that Lerma is going to make him just talk to Lope.

That we annul the signing of the treaty?

-You aren't in your right mind.
-I always advised you

that peace with England was not the best

for our interests.

It's only been a card game.

If they cheat with the cards, what they will not do with the treaties.

You know that the English were always our enemies.

But this war must end.

It's already 20 years.

The people deserve to live in peace.

Remember your father, may he be in glory.

Remember how much he fought against them,

All that he suffered when he had to live on those infamous islands,

everything that told you about Maria Tudor...

Do you remember that song that he sang to you?

Of course I remember.

"That I don't want loves in England,

because I have better ones on my land".

"Oh, God of my land, get me out of here".

"Ay, that England is not for me".

What are you doing here?

Don't touch that.

You..

I know from what I knew the slender one!

He was with you!

You tried to ruin me in The baths of Algiers.

But then you encouraged me to rewrite "Don Quixote".

Let me explain myself...

I thought it was a dream, but now I know it's the reality.

What do you want now?

Are you goblins that can be everywhere?

-Who is this?
-William Shakespeare.

Is...?

It's him?

"Yes".

For real?

It's, and he wants to talk to you.

Finally, something came out well in Valladolid.

What do you mean "something good finally comes"?

Haven't you heard?

The treaty of peace with the English is not gone to be signed.

And no wonder,

after the mess last night playing cards.

"Shakespearé".

- Shakespeare.
-"Chespir"?

-"Chespir, Chespir".
-"Yes".

How come Spain will not sign the treaty?

-That will change the story.
-Will not be signed the treaty?

-Have you not heard?
-No, and the English either.

-They should not know.
-How do you know?

From Cervantes, Lerma told him. What happened at the game?

How do you know that has to do with that?

You have the word "guilty" on the forehead.

There was a small friction with that Howard,

but it didn't come o amount to much.

Thank goodness,

Because otherwise, they would have invaded us by land, sea and air.

The chronicle is disappearing.

"And it was then, on that glorious day of the Corpus Christi of 1605"...

-That's today.
-"... when Howard insulted the king,

The generous Felipe III, and the glorious Duke of Lerma,

thus canceling the signing of the treaty".

"The Spains could not allow such an affront from the Protestant."

"If war those English infamous wants, war will have!"

Fuck, and I complained about the newsreel when I was a kid...

-And now what can we do?
-Very good question, Alonso.

-If you had not screwed up...
-Let's see,

Lerma was poking and the English are a real nightmare.

-It wasn't all Alonso's fault.
-I agree there.

If Marta didn't escape, none of this would have happened.

That's right.

Have spoken the two illuminated that almost burn me alive in Trasmoz.

I insist, what can we do?

Spilled milk is not collected.

-Pacino.
-What?

Distract the English, take them to the tavern

-and make sure they don't know anything.
-And me?

You don't go near the English.

Wait for me in the palace, I will need you.

What are you thinking?

Listen!

Very well.

Are you sure of what you say?

Completely, Your Majesty.

The king refuses to sign the treaty.

It was Lerma, right?

Majesty,

you are the only one who can change the king's mind.

If I try, that bastard of Lerma will never forgive me.

And do you need a better reason than that to try?

Majesty,

we are playing a game of chess,

and only the queen can save us.

Thanks for the invitation, but we must leave.

It is not good to make a king wait.

There is time, Admiral.

In Spain, these ceremonies are delayed.

Punctuality is not exactly our strength.

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What does he say?

We stay a little bit more.

Innkeeper, more wine!

Come on, you were already late...

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Margarita, if that are service matters,

talk to the senior butler.

I have too many things on my mind.

Like, revoking the treaty with the English.

I thought you longed for peace for your empire, your people.

Margaret, you know that I respect you,

But you don't understand state affairs.

You are mistaken, my lord.

Everything could go better if you would be listening to me instead of Lerma.

You are obsessed!

Lerma is a good man and a great patriot.

Keep yourself away from those who boast of patriotism.

Lerma has been good to me.

When my father showed that he didn't trust me,

he did.
-I trust you, too.

You don't need him at your side.

You ask me for an impossible one.

All I am is thanks to him.

I have to go, Admiral Howard is waiting

and I have to give him the bad news.

Say goodbye to your son before.

He will be a great king.

The best king of all.

And he will inherit a ruined empire.

A shadow of what it is now.

Do you really want that for your successor?

My Lord...

Spain has enough open fronts.

It's time to close some.

The loser pays for the drinks.

You can't avoid betting, eh? Why do you think that?

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You always have to prove superiority.

I think the same of the Spaniards:

The king, Lerma, your friend Alonso...

They are crazy to win.

His sword.

You can have it.

It isn't bad to be superior.

Also, my friend,

competing in the game saves competing in the war.

-Get away!
-You can't go through.

Is closed.

Who are you to give me orders? I demand to see the king!

I'm the Duke of Lerma!

Her Majesty the Queen has given orders that no one should interrupt her.

And a Queen commands more than a duke.

Or should.

To me the guard!

-"Why the fuss?"
-Majesty,

I need to talk with you.

If it's in relation to the signing of the treaty,

inform our guests

that soon I will go for the definitive rubric.

-But, Your Majesty, my advice...
-My decision is firm.

"And after a week in which we learned

of the tragic death of Pope Leo XI

and the arrival of the new pontiff, Paul V,

the people received with joy the baptism of the crown prince

en a Valladolid that was decked out to receive the English".

"The time has come for the signing of the peace treaty."

"A lasting, prosperous and necessary peace.

It seems that everything has gone well.

I think I still have a problem to solve.

Cervantes!

You're going to pay dearly for your audacity.

You have spoken to Shakespeare.

"Shakespeare"... "Chespir"!

And your anger just for that?

I thought my great daring was to share with you

the air I breathe.

You are only the chronicler of this event.

You have no right to use it for your benefit.

And you do.

I'm the Phoenix of the letters,

The one chosen by the crown to honor our guests.

Phoenix... The bird

More like chicken refried with garlic, as much as you repeat yourself.

The chicken will not taste bad when I fill all the theaters.

You write what people want to hear, not what they should know.

When the centuries pass, I will be the symbol of this time,

and they will not remember you.

I laugh at that. And by the way, I laugh at you.

You're going to swallow that laughter.

You are told by someone who fought in "Great and Most Fortunate Navy".

Defend yourself.

Well, here you have someone who fought in Lepanto,

the most memorable and high occasion they saw in past centuries,

and expect to see the coming ones.

And you lost one arm.

-Lame!
-Cradle robber!

Halt!

-What are you doing here?
-You'd better go.

Not before you lower your weapons.

-He started first.
-No, no, no.

He started, I swear.

You look like spoiled kids.

It's a good thing that works will survive and not acts,

because otherwise ... what a shame!.

The two greatest geniuses of our literature

Fighting to enter into glory.

As if there was no room for both.

The top is a narrow place.

Someone who never stepped on it says it.

If I had the same freedom as a man

And had your talent,

I would not waste my time in fights and ridiculous envy.

But you on your own, your graces.

All quiet sir, mission accomplished.

All quiet?

Pacino killed the one that almost ends the peace treaty,

that I almost screwed up.

We have had problems with Lerma, Lope, Cervantes,

with the English of the unpronounceable surname...

Is it not enough?

But for the rest... perfect, boss.

Thanks for the sincerity, isn't it?

Yes, because, as they say,

what happens in Pucela , stays in Pucela.

And, can anyone tell me what happened to Lerma?

He will continue with his corrupt stuff a few more years

And will avoid jail becoming cardinal.

Yes, the cardinals had granted immunity.

Margarita, with the help of the royal confessor,

was able to open an investigation,

But he died shortly, without seeing the fall of his enemy.

They say that it was Lerma himself who ordered her to be poisoned.

Good people always die before than bastards.

Do you know anything about the guy I killed... or about Marta?

I assure you that when we know,

you will be the first ones to know.

An emergency, boss.

Lola has fled the Ministry.

Are you sure?

Yes, and apparently have disappeared from the warehouse

paintings of those which were recovered from the Alcazar.

Look, he has started his career as art smuggler

earlier.

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"Hi, Alonso."

"I guess you don't really want to talk."

I will pass by at 9:00 p.m.

To pick up my things and give you back the keys".

"If you are, great."

"If not, nothing happens, I'll understand".

"Kisses".

"What will happen to me?".

"Now it's just me."

Tell Martinez Campos to stop all communication.

"Declare the state of emergency".

"Salvador has broken a sacred rule of the Ministry,"

Don't recruit the same person twice.

Too many paradoxes to travel through time

to wish one more.

-What happen?
-An attack.

Alfonso XII is in a coma, on the verge of death.

-Are you sure you can participate?
-Of course.

Nobody knows the time like me, it's mine.

I want to introduce you to my uncle, Pere Folch.

Your uncle?

-Nice to meet you.
-The same.

Do you copy?

"I see that your uncle is very important to you."

You can't imagine.

-"I would change history".
-"Sometimes you have to",

-so everything stays the same.
-Uff, the same, the same ...

Swallow it, dog.

They're lucky they're wires.

Lucky would not be here, gentlemen.

None of these are as important as you.

They exist because you have saved the story 1000 times before.

"He owes us an explanation."

And as undersecretary of this ministry,

"I'll give it."

"The old Salvador would have made other decisions".

"I do not know, I had ...".

He had another intuition, another gut feeling.

What is this?

"I'm afraid Miss Folch can not answer at this moment."

-But what is this?
-My God.

Shoot at once.

Shoot, you bastard!

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