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Stop the execution!

You see,
we were looking for Bolívar...

And finally, we have found him.

A group of Moriscos refugees
has appeared in the center of Madrid.

They come from the year 1609.

My name is Stan Laurel,
Sir.

And mine, Oliver Hardy.

You have traveled in time.

The young Cosme guided us.

The Sons of Padilla have used
the Moriscos as a Trojan horse.

But they know the Ministry perfectly.

Stay tuned and become
the shadow of the Liberator.

The attack is imminent.

Tell me why
I have to believe you.

Those who want to kill him...
are Spanish.

The Government delegate is here.

the delegate?
Wasn't a woman?

Let's say that while we are
in a situation of emergency

I take her place.

Alonso...

Alonso told me the truth.

This guy has a Spanish accent
and speaks as if he's from my time.

Yes, he's Arteche.

But it doesn't make sense
that he's from your time.

That of God, Country, King, is more
from a 19th century Carlist.

The doctors
extracted the bullets.

They are... burned, as melted.

And the wounds have
healed as if was done by magic.

Good morning, Marta.

Who are you?

And that woman is Blanca, my wife.

It's not possible.

I want you to know that you
have the best allies in me.

You were right,
he's not trustworthy.

Natum videte.

Reyem Angelorum.

In which moment
I got into this mess?

I would be so happily at home,

doing crochet and watching TV.

And what are your names?

You.

Casta Ruiz.

And you? Suzanne.

Casta, Suzanne.

Lie!

And what about these
two young ladies?

Say something, madam.

Here are
all the passwords,

here, the letters pending answer...

Perfect. What if you stop
bothering and go on vacation?

I don't feel good leaving
you alone with this mess...

But if I don't take those days
they owe me, I lose them.

Why do you go back to your time,

with so many sites to choose from?

I've always been longing

to see the first performance of
La Verbena de la Paloma.

The day of the premiere
I was outside Madrid.

I spent months taking care of
my mother, May she rest in peace.

La verbena de la Paloma?

That's a light opera, right?
Yes.

Where are you going
with Manila shawl?

No, no, Angustias, it's not familiar
to me. It doesn't surprise me.

The truth is that modern music
has never been my thing.

How nice that, huh?
The light opera, modern music...

I was always a fan of
Antonio de Cabezón.

Although to really disconnect,
the best, the Gregorian chant.

Ok... I go.

That I have to groom myself
in style of my time.

Get a boyfriend, love. Be happy.

Goodbye, Angustias, goodbye.
And remember to go back.

Goodbye.

It's a joke,
she really likes music...

and this poor soul sings terribly.

Well... like a cricket.

Marta is not Marta?

So, who is she?
Yes, yes, she is she,

but she has affected the brain.

She didn't even recognize me.
It was like talking to another person.

I see...

Well, she looks like the one
that tried to kill you

in that cinema in San Sebastián.

And she has to pay for her sins.

Don't come to me
with absurd questions.

Marta Cascajosa is a murderer.

She even tried
to attack you as a child.

You must interrogate her.

The doctors
have advised against it.

She can provide us
very important information

to end the Sons of Padilla.

She pretends.

If so, we will find out,
and you will be the first to know.

And Arteche?
Has he talked yet?

At the moment,
he doesn't collaborate.

And we await the results of some
tests that have been done to him.

Tests?
Apparently,

That man has an incredible
capacity for regeneration.

He received several shots...
and as it were nothing.

And... how it's possible?

Oh, we would like
ourselves to know it also.

In short, we are still in the hands
of those two bands of fanatics.

If you have any suggestions
to make it better,

we will receive them
with pleasure.

I have one:

Relieve them all of their position
if they don't solve the problem.

And as soon as possible.

We have to get information
from our detainees, by any means.

Irene, you take care of Marta.
Yes.

I'll take care of Arteche.
No no. Better, Alonso does it.

Arteche and he seem to be
made from the same mold.

Good. That will help us.

God... How I envy Angustias.

So calm and on vacation.

Can't be.

Can't be.

Boss, with all due respect
I tell you...

I don't understand that
you assigned Alonso

to the interrogation of Arteche.
I have experience.

I have my reasons for doing it
that way. Let me talk with Marta.

I'll get her to remember something.
You are the least indicated

have pending issues with her.
So...?

What's going on?

Something terrible, my God,
the worst of the worst.

But, do you want to do the favor
of explaining yourself?

La Verbena de la Paloma,
they are not going to premiere it.

Buah.

Don't use physical force.

That man is a prodigy of nature.

Try a friendly approach, huh?

More flies are hunted
with honey than with vinegar.

Express sympathy,
sense of humor.

Well, with sympathy
will be enough.

Worry about if
we treat him well,

talk about the things
you have in common...

But he is our enemy.
But both are men of action.

You are soldiers.

Get Arteche to relax.

Use empathy.
Which?

La Verbena de la Paloma,
or the apothecary,

the Madrid girls in traditional
dresses and jealousy badly repressed.

The title says it all.

Lyric one-act farce with a
libretto by Ricardo de la Vega

and music by Tomás Bretón.

Well, call it a lyric one-act farce,
call it light opera.

Instead, they will premiere
Los descamisados de Chueca.

Amazing, isn't it?
Someone predicted Pride Day.

Just a moment. But here it says
that it premiered in 1894,

Has not been canceled?

The premiere is in four days.

We have that margin to prevent
it from disappearing.

Do you think this has something
to do with the secret societies?

Yes, of course, they have nothing
else better to do the secret societies.

Do we have to go save
The Verbena de la Paloma?

There are 1000 problems to solve.
Don't you like the zarzuela?

Well that's about people talking

and suddenly they start singing,
I think it's of hallucinating people.

I didn't see you complaining so much
when you went to save Don Quixote.

Quixote there are only one,
light operas there are thousands,

The Verbena de la Paloma is
the mother of all the light operas.

And a fucking annoyance.

My neighbor made me crazy,
the whole day with the cassette.

A blonde and a brunette...

I had even nightmares.
Thank you.

Thanks for letting us know
about your tastes, Pacino.

It's just that... I wouldn't know
how to live without knowing them.

Well, you will travel
to Madrid 1984,

Angustias will go with you.

It's her time and
she knows it perfectly.

Ah, you will be
under Pacino's orders.

I think you're
without vacations, honey.

Everything for La Verbena.

Pacino and Lola, you have to ask
for work in the Apolo.

Me, as long as
I don't have to sing, perfect.

I, better not sing.
You have said faster than me.

Come'n, gentlemen,
we don't have the whole day.

That's the one
who rules the roost.

Hi.

We came to ask for work.

Very timely. Do you think that
in Spain there is plenty work?

Fuck, in all ages the same?

I'm a seamstress and
my boyfriend is a carpenter.

And if you have to roll up your
sleeves, we do whatever is need it,

we have to pay for the wedding.

We will not disappoint you.
We'll see that.

Those devil's linings
I don't want to see again!

Wait for Perico, from the warehouse,
to see what he needs.

Thank you.
Thank you.

And I hope you
only carry your thing,

that would not be the first time
that something is missing.

It takes one to know one.

Good riddance to bad rubbish!

What a miserable life, the comedian's
life, being always on the move.

Well, darling, you've already
had some years to have learned it.

Well, I tell you that every cloud
has a silver lining, honey.

That way we can advance the wedding.
Hey? Yes Yes of course.

Look, these are going
to get married, like us.

Mr. Arregui, I beg you.

Is there no way to fix this?

I can't understand what happened.

What has no explanation?

This light opera
has a jinx on.

Except get pregnant,
has happened everything.

The things are going badly, huh?
Aha.

The store manager says
that the budget has skyrocketed

and that the actors, tyrants.

And yesterday a bar
collapsed with the decoration

and it almost kills two of
the choir and an actress.

Someone named Pilar.
Pilar Vidal?

Yes.
She plays Aunt Antonia.

She is the best.
Well, she has one leg broken, huh?

So It's mess around.

What do we do?

Maybe Breton
can convince Arregui.

The composer?

And where can we find him?

The box office told me that
every day has a social gathering

in the Café de Levante.

You're good,
Angustias, very good.

There is plenty of time
to premiere that play.

Time yes, but mood...

That is Bretón.

And that, Ricardo de la Vega.
I want to release La Dolores,

my Wagnerian-inspired opera.
Valeriana said?

Wagnerian, by Wagner.

Ah, sure.

with Lovers of Teruel?

The public carried me
shoulder-high from the Royal Palace.

That is culture.

There will come a day that this
country will forget the one-act farce

and bet on art
with capital letters:

the opera.

And you, Breton,
you will be the driver.

It's necessary.
Necessary?

Why Breton's need

to tarnish his prestige
with the damned Verbena?

From what these ones
are familiar to me?

The passion must be
taught to the people

you have to teach them... life.

Okay, that's one is Galdós

and the other Echegaray.
How do you know?

General culture.

Oh, yes?
Yes.

Why did he leave?
Because salaries are shit

and he earned more writing.
You see.

And you, Ricardo,
what are you up to?

I will help the master Chapí

to create a kind of
Authors Society,

in the same way of the French.

We have to finish...

Breton has less will
to premiere than Arregui.

Nobody said it was easy.

Do you have an idea?

We have to call the Ministry.

Are you treated well?

Do you like the food
that they give you?

I dont know,
Do you want something to drink or ...?

The other day you didn't
look like so effeminate.

You pretended to a rooster and
it turns out that you're a chicken.

It's called empathy, blockhead.
Or do you prefer that I kick your ass?

Torture me, if that pleases you,
but know that I have been never bowed.

I don't intend to break you.

The one who humiliates
a prisoner is a savage,

and the one who tries to humiliate
me is a fool. It's understood?

Who gave you that ring?

What does it mean?.

Are you not going
to answer my questions?

Among men of honor,
better silence than lies.

I have the clinical results of Arteche,
and they are... amazing.

Amazing?

Are you Don Benito Pérez Galdós?

Yes. How can I help?
Oh.

Well, I wanted to say hello.
Thanks to your Fortunata y Jacinta,

I learned to read fast.

Thank you very much, Miss...

Lola Mendieta,
your most fervent admirer.

And tell me,
how did you learn with my novel?

Didn't you go to school?

I learned the letters, nothing more.

As a child I help
my mother to sew

and a friend read me your novels
and... she instructed me.

How happy I am.

See, how the people need culture?

You know well
about the real people,

not like others,
which are pedantic,

that look, that keeps quiet
and thinks they know,

because they don't drink
the wine from the taverns.

Fine words.
They aren't mine.

They are from Antonio Machado, my
favorite poet, with Miguel Hernández.

I don't know either of them.

They are very young, and
they haven't published yet.

And besides reading my works,
what do you work on?

I just got a job at the Apolo.

There is a lot of demand
for light opera, a lot.

What a coincidence.

Let me introduce myself.
Tomás Bretón.

He is a great composer.

Don't ring a bell.

Are you writing something right now?

Right now I'm preparing an article.

Thanks to
the regeneration capacity

of the subject's cells,

his body is extremely resistant to infections,

to injuries and cellular oxidation,

that is, aging.

Can anyone explain
what this means?

Well, according to the laboratory,

the cells of Arteche are...

Geez, how would I say?

Immortals

and multiply in a culture
without the need of a human body.

It's the second documented
case in history.

The cells of the African-American
Henrietta Lacks

they behave in the same way.
Aha.

And that lady is immortal?

She died of cancer in 1951,

but her cells are still
active in a laboratory.

Hence his capacity
for regeneration.

Indeed.
Hopefully Arteche is

an isolated case,
because if not... If not...

the Exterminating Angel
could have the perfect army.

You have to inform Alonso. Yes.

By the way, Irene, do you know anything
about the ones in the case of La Verbena?

Yes, they have asked for a lot of
theater programs of the time.

For what?

You will not believe it.

Since I was born
in the street of La Paloma,

That name was given to me
as a girl as a joke.

And as a flight joyful
from street to street,

Paloma's name
continues fitting me today.

It's a pleasure to hear it.

Very kind, sir.

And do you know other melodies,

apart from El barberillo de Lavapiés?.

Only light operas.
They are my favorites.

Well, it's going to be that
light operas are not a small thing.

And in the clean, Paloma I am,

and I jump and I come
where I'm going.

You have done it very well.

To your service, ma'am.

To my name of Paloma
always faithful,

I don't have claws or have claws
I don't have claws or have bile.

I'm in jail?

Have I done something wrong?

No don't worry

Don't you remember anything
about the accident?

And your name,
do you remember?

Sure, I'm Marta.

What's the date of your birth?

On March 8, 1784,

Do you remember something else?

My sister Ines has just
been engaged with Sebastian.

I'm happy for her,
but it also makes me sad.

After the wedding,
they will leave town

and I will not see her
everyday. Martha...

Do you know
what year is this?

And how old are you?

16,

Abella.

She is Abella.

Abella, look at her.

It's the great Mercè Abella!

You are Mercè Abella, right?

I can't believe it.
Mercè Abella!

Yes, young one, it's me.

But don't make such a scandal,
for God's sake.

Mercè Abella?
doesn't ring a bell.

Not possible.

The great lady of
the Barcelona theater.

You don't remember it, but we
have met at the Romea Theater.

I was a carpenter's apprentice.

Look, I still carry a
hand program with me

signed by you.

Welcome.
It's an honor.

I'm Tomás Bretón.
Oh! Are you?

Well, know that your operas
have nothing to envy Wagner's ones.

It overwhelms me, ma'am.
And what brings you to the Apolo?

Well, I was on vacation
in Ampurias

and I said to myself: Mercè, why don't
you pay a visit to your friend Pilar,

that premieres light opera
in the capital?.

Do you already
know what happened?

I just figured out.

And there is no way
to premiere La Verbena?

It's a complicated matter.

The truth... is that I've always
wanted to debut in Madrid.

Make the best of a bad situation,

but if you get the great Abella,
premiere La Verbena de la Paloma.

They should talk to Arregui.
You don't know Arregui.

He is someone you
don't mess around with.

And I'm already
with my next opera and...

An opera!

I have great friendship
with the businessman of the Liceu,

Mr. Cuixart.
Don't tell me more.

They look for operas
to open the new season.

After the bomb, you know...

Premiere La Verbena?

In Barcelona, I guess.
No, no, here, in Madrid.

In the Apolo.
The day after tomorrow, as planned.

I congratulate you, Breton.
A very good joke

Is this the Madrid hospitality
that everybody says?

1000 apologies, Mrs. Mercè.

Understand me. This play
can make me be broke.

I've never had a failure.
Not a single one!

The Madrid public isn't
like the one of Barcelona,

you know it well.
Public is public

here and in Sevastopol.

Anyway, if they don't want us,
we'll go to the Eslava Theater.

Surely Mr. Lopez will
receive us with open arms.

To the Eslava Theater?

Have you talked to López?

Dammit. I prefer to jump
myself from the viaduct.

Are you hurt?

I'm not very fond of speeches,

and even less of apologies.

So to the task and
don't make me regret it.

Then we premiere?

Saturday, as planned.

Gentlemen, ladies,

We continue with the essays,
that we are in need of them.

Go to change.

Mr. Breton, I have
come to say goodbye.

Tomorrow I leave for Santander
and from there to North America.

Have you lost your mind?

I bought the tickets when
the function was canceled.

Do you know Broadway?

We can't be without a protagonist
two days before the premiere.

You will find a solution.

Goodbye.

Hey, if you
let the girl go,

Arregui will suspend
the function again.

And what do you want I do,
to tie her to the piano?

Well, I'll fix the problem.
Don't worry.

Very optimistic I see you.

You don't know
what I found out

Coming from you,
nothing good.

It turns out
that Luisa is leaving.

The clever ignorant says
she's going to make fortune.

Oh And who will
be the substitute?

Do you doubt it, sister?

You?

Hey! What do you imply?

I have represented young
ladies the entire life.

Well, that's why,
things have their time,

and you are no longer
for those characters.

How envious are you, huh?

How it bothers that
I'm a better actress than you.

Well, that goes in tastes.

But what you will always be
is older than me.

You are a bitch...

Leo, to rehearse!

Well, all is well that ends well.
If you say so...

Don't you see that it's your big chance?
This can be the role of your life.

You said the same in La caza del oso
and not a single chronicle spoke of me.

Well, except one.

Yes, comparing myself with you,
and I was losing, as always.

The profession isn't easy, son,
but it has its compensations,

if you focus on it
and don't do nonsenses.

Don't tell me more about sorrows.
Sorrows are what you give to me.

They say that soon
there will be war,

and the poor ones
will go to die in Cuba

because they will not be
able to pay their licenses.

You don't know what you have.

But you will realize
when you lose it.

Have you called me?
Eh yes.

I need you to stuff me
a button on my pants.

We aren't going to have a bad
surprise on the day of the premiere.

Of course.

Are not you going to take off
your pants? Oh yes.

Let's not have another bad surprise.
Yes.

How funny the girl.

... from Manila?

Where are you going
with Chinese dress?

How do you know the song?

Well, I just heard it.

And I keep repeating it
as catchy as it is.

Tell me about
The Army of Flanders.

I have a feeling
that we met there.

Good memory after
so many centuries.

In this Ministry it is enough
to go through a door to see the past.

I don't tell you
anything you don't know.

The Exterminating Angel
has the Book of the Gates.

True.
They took me to Bolivar.

And you have brought me here.

What year are we in?

2017 after Christ.

How far I have come!

You say that your first trip
was to kill Bolivar.

Did they recruit you in
The Army of Flanders, like me?

No. In the XIX.

Impossible, you are from
two previous centuries.

Two?

Rather, they are 20 centuries.

But how...?
I swear it.

I don't travel in time, Alonso.

I only live...

Time travels for me.

And how is that possible?

I received a deadly wound
on the battlefield

and I said goodbye to life.

But I woke up at dawn.

But I woke up at dawn.

Thinking it was water,
I swallowed a bitter brew like gall

and I recovered my strength.

Did that happen in Flanders?
No.

It happened near Merida,
many centuries before.

In Viriato's life.
Viriato?

The terror of Rome?
The same.

I was also in
the defense of Numancia,

in the battles of Guadalete
and Las Navas de Tolosa,

in the taking of Granada,
in Flanders...

Sure, and in the Invincible Armada.
As well.

And in Lepanto.

20 centuries give for a lot.

Impossible.
Only God is immortal.

I pray to Him every day
to receive me in his bosom.

I see that you don't believe me.

You will do it.

I want to go home.
Can't be.

We have to wait
for you to get well.

I'm fine.
No, you're not well, Marta.

There is a part of you that
has decided to forget certain things.

What things?

Well, for example...

that you and I have known
each other for a long time.

No.

And that you had been here before.

No.
Yes.

You worked here.

No.

What is this?

This is you.

A drawing doesn't prove anything.

Maybe she looks like me,
but she's an older lady.

And that?

Do you think you're
a 16-year-old girl?

What is this, a joke?

What happened to me?

Sorry. I have made a mistake.

What was that? I don't get it.
Easy, Marta.

Don't worry,
we will solve it.

Agree?

Mrs. Rita!
That you have a mother!

I already know it.

What did you want, that would let you
do what you were going to do?

It will be... whatever you want.

But why did you take
my gun off, Miss Rita?

Because you have
a mother, Julián.

Stop, stop!

You have to prevent your dear Julián
from committing a madness

because of jealousy.
That's what I'm doing.

It's your godson, it could be your son.
I'm too young for the role.

I would do better to play Susana.
Yes, 20 years ago.

Do you see what
I have to deal with?

Surely in Barcelona
the actors are more serious.

There is everything. Oh, yes?

Well, rehearse for a while with her,
that I'm going to pee!

Mr. Tomás.

In confidence,
I have the perfect Susana.

And who is she,
if it can be known?

Lola, the seamstress.

She sings like the angels
of heaven themselves.

Goodnight.

Well you will say.

Because her note
was most enigmatic.

What is it about?

You really don't
imagine it... love?

I'm an actress,
not a fortune-teller.

Well, as soon as I saw her, I thought:

Who could be mayor
to build her a monument.

And as I saw that
she was flirting...

flirting, me?

Most likely an eyelash
got inside my eye.

The only thing I tell you is that
by taking a boat to the Americas,

you will miss a train
with the locomotive.

The guy is cocky.

Well, with me no chances.
Excuse me, Luisa, I'm sorry.

It's... It's that...
after watching so much light operas,

I picked up the accent a little,
I'm sorry. Don't go.

Madrid is too small for me,
just like your brain.

But reconsider,
woman, uh...

There is no man born for whom
Campos's family renounce their dreams.

Think of those
who are without of work,

without a crust
to bring into their mouth.

Don't exaggerate,
couldn't be that bad.

Don't leave, please.

Ciao ciao.

What a piece of
an asshole I am.

The carpenter
takes a long time.

Trust him,
he's a good guy.

Besides, we have
Mr. Arregui in a good mood.

Look how many flowers.

Lola.

Take the chance and choose
the bouquet that you like the most.

It's admirable that
someone of your talent

behave in such
a simple and generous way.

If she doesn't
look like an actress.

Eh... Good. Can I come in?

What... Luisa... is leaving.

What? This is the end!

And what do we do now?

What's up? Do I look like
coming from the moon?

Susana is you!

I?

How could I be the protagonist,
if I don't even know the play?

And on top of that,
I'll have to sing.

My character also sings, a bit.

But your has to tune.
Lola,

being a spy is also playing a role,
as that Mata Hari.

Sure.

Facing the Nazis to
defend freedom is one thing,

and making a fool of myself in front
of 1000 people is quite another.

Woman, that is only a test,
nothing more.

Easy, no?

As you don't have to do it...
I'll help you, rehearsaling with you.

I know it by heart.
My neighbor didn't stop playing it.

Didn't you hate the light opera?
And I still hate it.

But our mission is
to get it premiered,

and it's going to be released
as sure as my name is Jesús Méndez.

Are you hurt?

Help me, I beg you.

I want to see my wife again.

It doesn't matter
how dark is the night.

Dawn always come...

even to my regret.

Where are you
going with Manila shawl?

Where are you going
with a Chinese dress?

To show off...

To show off and see...

We go there. Three and...

To show off and
to see the verbena

and to go to bed after.

And why haven't
you come with me...

...when I begged you so much?

what you have made me suffer.

with whom you are
going to rid off?

A subject who is ashamed,

self-respect and have
what is need to have.

What if I didn't feel like it

that you were
arm in arm with him?

and to the bull-fighting
of Carabanchel.

What do you do? That I hit you.
Bravo! Bravo!

Hired! And I want the carpenter
in the chorus of blusterer!

How? Master, is it necessary?

Of course.

Let's go again. Positions

Where are you going
with Manila shawl?

Where are you going
with a Chinese dress?

I begin to get bored
with your talks.

To me, quite the opposite.

You can't leave from here.

It's not what I crave for.

I just want you to believe me.

But what have you done, foolish?

I'm sorry. We couldn't stop him,
and we were three people.

What I don't understand is...
is why he shot himself,

instead of killing someone.

He told me he was immortal.

And what he wanted
was to prove it.

Nobody is immortal.

Sometimes, traveling through
time can drive you crazy.

He told me that he had fought
in Viriato's time,

and that for 20 centuries he
had done nothing but fight.

One... One moment.

Of course, Arteche.

Of course, how has it not
occurred to me before?

What happen?

Here it is.

A Spanish soldier of 20 centuries.

It's a pioneer novel
of the fantastic genre

in Spain and throughout the world.

It was written in 1875

by a military man and
historian from Madrid:

José Gómez de Arteche.

Surely he read it and ended up
believing he was him.

Poor soul...
Poor?

Arteche was a great soldier.

And if you have doubts,
look in that device

the painting of the lances,
of our colleague Velázquez.

Look, look.

That's it.
What should I see?

The soldier,
the one next to the horse.

He's Arteche, yes.

A soldier who shed his blood
for God and for Spain.

Don't call him a poor soul.
A respect

And more even when
he's already dead.

For being
the Virgin of the Dove,

a shawl from China, na, na...

He just gave the role of
Susanna to that hypocrite.

...I'm going to give you.

It's a shame.
But she's not even an actress.

Well, at least they
don't cancel the function.

a shawl from China, na, na...

Let's see if you find out,
I've had the role removed,

but your boyfriend
is being stolen.

Yesterday I saw her enter his
dressing room without reason

and today they have had a quarrel that
even not in the Lovers of Teruel.

I kill her, huh? And then
to the moron of my boyfriend!

A brunette and a blonde,

daughters of the people of Madrid.

They charm me with such grace

I can't resist them.

The ladies, more jovial,

that seems to come
from the Almudena.

We continue

I fall into your arms, already asleep,

and when I get to wake up,

I feel an inexplicable pleasure

and a delicious well-being.

And it's that both...

And it's that both...

...they fall apart
to see me happy,

waiting for the moment to come

in which I decide...

...which one I like the most?

This is a sacrifice and not
the one of Thermopylae.

Who?

It's me.

Geez, this looks like
the Botanical Garden.

A flower for another flower.

Go back for another, if you dare!

And take, a blossom!

We have split up forever, rascal.

And you already have
what you wanted, bitch!

Irene!

Irene!

You have to eat.

I'm not hungry.
The truth is that it looks bad.

If you want, I tell to
prepare you something else.

Don't torture yourself Marta.
There is no hurry.

What are you afraid of?

I have a memory.

Tell me.

My mother gave me
a hand mirror.

For your birthday?
Later.

I remember seeing my face
crying in that mirror.

Was your father?

He left.

Do you remember
where he went?

I remember that
he didn't come back.

No no no. Really, really,
this is getting out of hand.

It gets out of hand.
It's not that bad either.

Oh no? Where do I begin?

The Gilda sisters are at this point.

Those ones, Much Ado About Nothing.

Mesejo son is hotter than
a boiler plate, huh?

You will explain to me
what this is about,

because in my time
that was a children's game.

Don't worry, that I will
put him in his place.

The father has something strange
that I don't like even a bit.

And what do we do with Luisa issue?
I don't know,

but if Arregui finds out
that she's leaving,

It's over.

I'll talk to her.

You will not be able to convince her,
I assure you.

We'll see.

What are you doing here?

I have to talk to you.

Lately, everyone wants
to tell me something.

Wait a minute, please.
You can't go, girl.

And again and again.

Mr. Arregui threatened
that if there was another setback,

will be fully over.

It's not my problem. Luisa,

Your future is here,
not overseas.

You are wrong.

As a child, I received letters
from my uncle from the Americas;

He told me how
the theaters were there.

I always knew that I would
triumph in one of them.

My time has arrived.

As a young girl, I was just
like you, full of big dreams.

A long time ago,
I played for the great Napoleon.

Well, yes, you started young.

Darling, I'm talking
about Napoleon III.

The critics applauded me
and everyone congratulated me

Do you think I said: Ah, then I'm
leaving for the Française-Comédie

because Barcelona
is small thing for me?

I don't know.
Of course not,

because one swallow doesn't
make a summer.

and learning the profession
matters more than fame.

And what did you do next?

I continued with my work,
improving and learning day by day.

And so I have reached the top.

You must not be in a hurry.

Is this Alfonso XII?

Rest in peace.

He traveled in secret to Barcelona
just to watch me acting.

I see.

Do we start or not?

Let's wait a minute for
Mrs. Mercè to arrive.

Hey, I wanted to tell you that...

that there was
a misunderstanding before

Your fiance was
just comforting me.

Now you call it in that way?

The carpenter is my boyfriend and I don't
change him for anything in the world.

Well, don't lose it,
he is hot

Indeed.

I bring a guest
to watch the rehearsal.

Where is Mrs. Mercè?

She's in her dressing room.

Please take a seat.

And that girl,
what is doing on stage?

Where is Luisa? Yes, indeed.

Let's get things clear.

I'm heating up her chair, so...

so her voice doesn't get cold.
What?

That's a nonsense!

For nonsenses,
the traffic of the capital.

And of course,
because I liked it.

And there will be
no one who says no.

holly crap!

And when I say it, that it's.

Yes, indeed.
Yes, indeed.

Yes, yes, yes, indeed.

What talented person
is this Catalan woman.

I'm sorry about Arteche.

Yes, well.

I hope you will have
more luck with Marta.

Thank you.
Does anybody have an idea

what happened to Marta when she
was 16 years old, something big?

I don't know,
related to his father.

Maybe that's why she doesn't
remember anything from that date. on

For that and also for the beating
he gave her in front of our noses.

There is something more.

His father disappeared
for some reason.

And they met again

when she joined
the Sons of Padilla.

Maybe she did it to get him back.
Maybe.

And what do you propose?

I need to talk more with her,

Now that I have earned her trust.

No. We don't have time.

Bring Marta here.

What are you going to do?

Something I will
never be proud of.

I have your money.

Isn't enough.

It's agreed.

The interests are missing.

I don't have more money.
You will figure out something.

Something?

Here more money is moving
than in the Bank of Spain.

And if you don't pay tonight,

your dear son will
suffer the consequences.

Sorry.

Fuck.
This is packed, huh?

You will end up
liking the light operas.

If they like them,
for me, good.

Let's go?
Let's go.

We start in five minutes.
Break your leg.

Thanks.

What annoying, all the time
with the leg, up and down.

Oops I just wanted to wish you

All the broken legs in the world
for tonight.

That's plenty of legs.

It's all about that this ...
lady isn't who she says she is, no,

because the real Mercè Abella...
is this one.

She made me feel uneasy
from the very beginning.

So modest and so helpful.

She looked like a secretary,
instead of an actress.

I just had to send a
telegram to fix the matter.

Two minutes.
We have to premiere, in any case.

Come on, Angustias, react.
Come on, come on.

Say something.
Come on, say something.

It's true.

I'm not the great Mercè Abella,
here present.

But with my effort and with everyone else,
we have achieved something important:

that can be premiered
La Verbena de la Paloma.

I'm sure that this will not be
just another play.

It will be an important work.
That's what light opera is about,

giving joy and hope to those
who need it most.

Now there are only two options:
or we keep going

or we disappoint all the people who
have come to forget their problems,

even just for a few hours.

I came in love
with a great actress...

and now I'm in love
with a great woman.

Eh... On stage everyone!

Let's go.
Oh, I think I can't go.

My mind is going to go blank.
Angustias.

With all that we have suffered,
you go out by hook or by crook.

For Elsa, for Waldo
and for Saint Catherine Tate.

Ah!

If you touch me, I swear I will practice
medieval tortures with your bowels.

Are you sure of what
we are going to do?

Not really.
But we must try.

Come in.

Marta, in that painting,
you're going to see some people.

It's like looking
through a window.

Agree?

Sit down, father, rest.

So it has been your doing?

Father, you taught me
to defend the innocent.

And it would have been better.

Traitor! No.

You have sold yours!

No, please.

No, no.

Marta, this is
not happening.

Take it easy, it's just an image.
It's done.

That's it, that's it.
No!

Yes?

Yes, I'm... I'm Salvador Martí.

But... what's so much
mystery about?

Are you sure?

Thanks.

Something wrong?

Was the coroner.

Arteche...

He has risen.

How?

And you,
which are your names?

you Casta Ruiz.

Casta, Susana.

Lie!

And what about
these two young laddies?

Say something, madam.

Mother and aunt, all together.

What awful.

What awful.

What awful.

My husband was first married
to a sister of mine

and he had these two girls,

What awful, what awful.

They enchant me
with such grace

that I can't resist them.

Where are you going
with Chinese dress?

But what do you do? Julian!

You have mother!

Forgive me, señor Rita.

That guy,

He wanted to take away what
I love most in this world.

Oh!

Gentlemen!
What?

Do me a favor

to don't create another scandal
in La Verbena de la Paloma.

For being the Virgin of la Paloma,

and a shawl from China, na, na,
China, na, na, China, na, na,

and a shawl from China, na, na,
I'll give you away

What are going to do with that?
I don't know what you are talking about.

About the money from the box office,
which you carry with you.

I'm sorry, but I have to do it.

But don't you realize that are
the wages of many families?

Do you think I don't know?

I just want
to save my son's life.

What mess has he gotten into?

He's a good boy, you know,
but... but weak.

He likes the gambling.

And he owes a lot of money
to bad guys.

If I do not pay now,
he will have to enroll.

And it isn't a good time
to send him to Cuba.

But Arregui will notice.

God...

Look.

When the authority asks,
say you saw three actors

fleeing in a hurry
after the show.

How do you say?

Do what I tell you.

It was true.
I never lie.

We find your track in this book.

They have published it.

And for the last name,
it must be a son of mine.

You are The Spanish soldier of 20 centuries.

You were a legionary in Rome

and you have served
in all the Spanish armies

until the Austrias.

Now you know
everything about me.

It's a pity that in
the book they don't talk

of your wanderings with
the Exterminating Angel

nor the power of your blood.

A power that the Exterminating Angel
wanted to have.

They tried to apply it to other men

to build the perfect army.

They couldn't.

It only works in my body.

What do you have in the head?

At the Battle of Jemmingen.
Do you remember?

We barely lost 100 men
and we destroy the Dutch.

I had fallen and you
helped me get up.

It's a distant memory.

Of course,
in a life 20 centuries,

The War of the 80 Years
must have happened in a heart beat.

Have you had a wife?

Yes.

And I've all cried.

And more than twenty children who
died of old people in my arms.

And my grandchildren, too.

They are dead.

That is my condemnation...

survive.

I lost mine too.

But wouldn't be fair to compare
myself to your misfortune.

Also, by whims of destiny,

I have recovered my love
from the past in this century.

Keep it.

I have spoken with my superiors.

I can offer you the door that
will take you to the sorcerer.

If he gave you that gift,
he can also take it from you.

That promise was already made to me
by the Exterminating Angel,

if I killed Bolívar.

I joined them because
they were my only option

to go back and finish everything.

Now you have a second chance.

Nothing that I could wish
more in this world.

This is the door.

I will lead you to the ultimate boss
of the Exterminating Angel.

Do you know him personally?

Yes.

Ernesto call Velázquez,

to make an identikit picture
with what Arteche tells him.

Do you trust him?

Well, a man who shoots
himself in the heart

to prove that he doesn't lie,

It's always reliable.

Despite the theft committed,

apparently, by three upstarts who
presented themselves as actors,

La Verbena de la Paloma
it was a great success

that will be remembered
in times to come.

I didn't know about
his acting skills.

What people laughed with Angustias
is not in the records.

Sure. On the other hand,
the real Mercè Abella,

she will replace the ill-fated
Pilar Vidal until she recovers.

What, do you like
the light operas now?

Well...
I'm catching the point, huh?

Well, do you want something, boss?

Yes, go on vacation at once.

You deserve it.

How about Marta?

Well, she progresses properly.
And Alonso?

Apparently, he and Arteche
have made good friends.

Good luck.

Although it is difficult
to wish it to whom seeks to die.

What I don't want
is to live forever.

You have won 1000 battles.

If you manage to die
in Viriato's time,

you will not fight in any of them.
Aha.

Who will win those battles?
Don't worry about that.

If there is anything in enough in Spain,
they are good soldiers.

Too bad they haven't
had better leaders.

And how will I know that you have
achieved your goal of dying?

You showed me that picture of when
I fought in Breda with Spínola.

The spears.

I guess if I manage it, someone
else will take my place in it.

Really?

You can't even imagine it.

We already have
the Identikit picture.

You will not believe it.

No, they haven't
arrived yet the results

of the analysis of Arteche's blood.

Have he declared anything
regarding the Exterminating Angel?

That man is irreducible.

We have sent him to Loarre,

to a security cell where
he will remain isolated.

And Marta Cascajosa?

There is no news.

She may not recover the memory.

I'm very disappointed
with you, Salvador.

The time... it's getting over.

And also to you, son of a bitch.

Rest in peace, friend.

As you well know, this Council
has the historic mission

to propose to the king
a list of names

for his Majesty to appoint
the new president of Spain.

I have a message for Salvador Martí.

What's wrong?
Adolfo Suárez is not

among the nine
selected for president.

Suarez must be on that list of
presidential candidates again.

Whoreson!

What do you want from me?

Information.

I want to know every step
that the Ministry takes.

I'm your daughter.

My name is Lucia.

And I regret every day that
I let you escape.

I put the Ministry
in danger for you.

I will help to end
the Sons of Padilla.

I want you to investigate...

who is my father.

That Curro Jiménez reminds me
a lot of Julián.

Goal!

you will have very strong supports

to get so high
with a false identity.

I don't think it's a good idea for us
to see each other again, Lucia.

If you want to undo all the mess
that the other Lola put together,

You have a lot of work to do.

I'm getting the idea.

This is the most important
mission of your lives.

Long live the old charters!
Live!

How have they managed
to get inside the Ministry?

I worry about Alonso.

Soon will be
the final battle.

We are facing a mission
in which we all play.