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Ah!

Behind you!

He's really giving it to them.
That guy's phenomenal.

Where are you going?

Ortigosa.

Ortigosa.

Are you crazy? No.

Shit, damn it.

Nuño!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
-Cut.

Cut, cut, cut, damn it.

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

What do we do?
-I have no fucking idea.

Damn it...

Damn it, fuck.

No, man, no.
It can't be, It can't be.

It can't be.

Could you stop filming?

Should I take his pulse?

His what?
-His pulse, in case...

What pulse? They've skewered him like a shish kebob.

You're so stupid, Ortigosa,
You're so stupid.

I can't believe it.

We have El Cid's death on film.

-Yes.

The problem is that he's died 20 years before history says he does.

And it's our fault.

What a nightmare.

And these potatoes are called "fierce"?
Yes.

I like that name,
It sounds very Spanish.

He's coming.

The gift?

What's up, family?

Julián.

Alonso, all good?
Fine.

Hello handsome.
Hello.

Come here, man, come here.

A hug, damn it.

How are you?
Right now, excellent.

And you all? How are you?
All good?

Ah.
Too spicy.

There aren't any tough men now, like before.
Before? I'm from the 16th century.

Isn't that "before" enough?

Julián, eh... it's...
For me?

Yes, it's a small trinket,
I hope you like it.

Wow.

It's fantastic.
Thank you. Very nice.

It was your teammates' idea,
from "Terminator".

You mention it so often, we had to watch it.
It's not bad, a bit fantastical.

The second one is the best.
Yes.

And Salvador, where is he?
Meeting with the boss.

-With Susana Torres,
The Ministry's liason

to the Presidency.

And it would be best if I go there,
before there's bloodshed.

Julián, welcome back.
Thank you.

Look, let me sum up your reports.

You go the 16th century in search of
a corrupt buisnessman.

and we almost
ended up without "Lazarillo".

But we stopped it
and saved Lázaro.

-You almost let el Empecinado die.

Yes, but he survived
and Napoleon didn't win the war.

Surely you also consider the Nazi invasion
of the Ministry a success.

And what happened with Leiva?

I see that you're very well informed.

Yes, and not exacty by you,
who is supposed to do it.

What can you tell me about Julián Martínez?

And Irene Larra?

They both have spent months
in psychiatric treatment.

The Ministry is getting
out of control, Mr. Martí.

I won't put up with
even one more mistake.

Understood?

Mmhm.

Fine, I'm leaving now,

Surely... you're dying to
make a comment about my mother

or call me a bitch, whichever
appeals more right now

That's not my style.
-I'm glad.

Bitch!

It's not fair that Lola is still incarcerated
for something she didn't do.

Think of it as her punishment for all that
she did before and got away with.

What about Irene?
In treatment.

Treachery doesn't have a cure.

From what I see everything's still the same.

And if it doesn't change,
it can't get worse.

Break time is over.

I'm going too. They're giving a
fantastic lecture at the Prado.

On what subject?
On me.

"Velázquez and the Golden Age
of the Spanish Military".

The second part interests me.
I will go with you.

We'll have to get changed, right?

Yes, or they'll confuse us with
the figures in the paintings.

"Hasta la vista, baby".

-So, we have a mole
in the Ministry.

-If there isn't one,

how do you think that Mrs. Torres
knew so much about us?

-I thought that you
informed her of everything.

Inform her?

I'm more likely to circumcise myself
with nail clippers

in the middle of Puerta del Sol
and without anesthesia.

-Look, Ernesto,

In all the years I've been
working for this Ministry,

I've learned one important thing.

Never tell a secret
to a politician...

or a journalist.

If I had told her everything
that really happens in this Ministry,

there would be questions about us
on tv game shows,

Or someone would
have had the idea

to make an absurd series
about this MInistry on television.

Just thinking about it
turns my stomach.

Do you want me to open an investigation
to find the mole?

Think, Ernesto.

If Mrs. Torres has told me
everything she knows about us...

That's the first thing
she'll expect us to do,

open an investigation.
-Exactly.

Well, now we have
an important problem to resolve.

And it's no small thing.

You shouldn't have come with me
to save Maite.

No one forced me to go.

Thanks for going with me
anyway.

Have you gone back to see your granddaughter?
No.

It's better not to know anything about the future.

Or the past. Here I never know
which is which.

Yeah.

This Ministry
drives you crazy in the end.

But it's the only thing I've got.

It's like that Woody Allen joke,
about two old women eating in a nursing home

and one says:
"This food is terrible",

and the other says:
"Yeah, and such small portions".

That's the best definition of life
that I've ever heard.

Is something wrong?
Sorry.

They're calling us.

We'll talk later.

Mine didn't go off, how strange.

I'm sorry, Mr. Martínez,
you're not invited to this meeting.

When I'm finished here,
I'll meet with you.

Ok, I need your maximum attention.

One of our most important historical figures

could be in danger.
Who are we talking about?

About someone who I don't
believe needs an introduction.

El Cid Campeador.
The very same.

His impact

on Spain, as well as the world,
is unmatched.

They've written plays about him,
operas, they've made movies...

Ah, and also a
cartoon series.

Impressive.
So what's the problem?

Some bones have shown up in Valencia
that appear to be his.

Weren't they in
the cathedral at Burgos?

Yes, part of them, yes.

And they're authentic,
because the DNA proves it.

DNA?
Yes.

Sorry, DNA.

Let's see, how... how do I explain it.

DNA... well,
it's something we all have.

I also have it?

Yes, Alonso,
you have it too, yes.

I have never noticed anything strange.
Because it's inside.

DNA is information found
in the cells of your body,

in bones, in blood...

The important thing is,
that with just a small sample

you can identify a person.
How did you get El Cid's?

Traveling to 1053,

when he was still a boy.

I have lost a tooth.
-How nice, Rodrigo.

And where have you left it?
-Would you really like to know?

Of course.

We are going to give it to
the Tooth Fairy.

Who?

Well if the bones in
Burgos are real,

those in Valencia must be fake.
It's not...

It's not exactly clear.

A ring was found
with the bones

and according to our files,
it belongs to El Cid,

just like the sword that appeared
with his remains.

La Tizona?
Wasn't that also in Burgos?

It's a prop,
we bought it in Toledo.

Let's get this straight,
if that boy is El Cid

and now there is another El Cid,

what's going on, that there are 2 El Cids?
That is what you have to find out.

You'll travel to Valencia in 1099
and make contact with him.

In that time
he'll be about 50 years old.

Ah, also... you'll also obtain
a sample to analyze his DNA.

Something wrong, Alonso?

I am going to meet
our most important soldier

and I have to yank out his tooth,

because he's not going to let us
just take it out nicely.

Relax, besides blood,
it can also be found in saliva.

Oh yes, that is so much better, yes,

because while I admire him, going to collect
his spit doesn't really appeal...

Look, Alonso,
he doesn't have to spit.

DNA can also be found
on a glass,

or a cup, on a handkerchief...
-Alonso, before you go,

Ernesto will explain in detail
how to obtain the sample.

And Julián?

He won't be included on field missions
until there's new orders.

Then we'll be going alone.

No, you'll have a special reinforcement.

Good afternoon.
I am here for the job interview.

An agent will be waiting for you
at the Valencia entrance.

And remember: no fighting,
only do it in self defense.

In everything else,
follow Amelia's orders.

She's in charge?
-Yes.

A woman leading soldiers?

She's been blessed with
a more privledged DNA than yours.

What?
-I just explained it to you

while you dressed for the mission.

Don't worry,
I will clear things up on the way.

Then I'm feeling better already.

Go on.

You are stepping on me.

Sorry, it is just that I am caught up.

Ah!

I am a friend, I am from the Ministry.
Shut up!

Alonso, let him go.
Not before he confesses what he did

with the agent that was waiting for us.
He is the agent.

Not all Muslims
are enemies.

It's the Almoravids, a tribe from north Africa,
that are at war.

They are very fierce, the worst,
I am telling you.

But the rest
of Spanish Muslims

live alongside Christians
in their taifas.

They've been here for centuries,
they're not invadors.

I understand nothing.

But if you say so...

Amelia Folch.
Yusuf Hwidar.

I owe you my life, miss.

I have something for you.

We are here,

near Algemesí,

six leagues from Valencia.

Thank you. Let's go.

Eh... Yusuf, right?

I ask your forgiveness, man.

Since before I can remember, your people
have been enemies of my family.

They were the enemies of my grandparents,
my parents, myself...

As you can see, it is in my blood.

Come on, it is in my DNA.

DNA?

Later, when we return, I will explain it to you.

Why didn't you let me go with them?
Because it's too soon.

That's unfair and you know it.

What's unfair is life,
but it's all there is.

It's the rules.
My God.

Here the rules
aren't the same for everyone.

You break them whenever you want.
You're wrong.

If I've broken the rules
a few times

it's been to help.
Oh yeah? Who?

Your friends?
No.

Those agents who have given up their lives
for the Ministry.

and you don't have to look any further than yourself.

Or what do you think,

that I don't know about the times
you've gone to see your wife?

When I found out,
I decided to look the other way.

Like I did when you all saved
the life of Alonso's son.

Or about Amelia's obsession
with visiting her own grave.

Or about Irene, when she goes
to score in other time periods.

I think that the only one I haven't caught
in some transgression is Ernesto.

You knew about all that?

A long time ago I decided
that it was your only compensation

for having to sacrifice so much.

You all have to save the lives
of famous people,

but you can't do anything to save
the lives of your children or your parents.

Or your wives.

And that is unfair, yes.

And why am I out of
service now?

Because there's a line
that I won't permit you to cross:

putting the lives of your teammates
in danger.

And you've crossed it more than once.

Fine.

What will you do with me?

Come with me, please.

Who are these people waiting for?
For you.

I do not know if it was a good idea
to make camp.

We are very close.

I know you're very excited
to meet El Cid,

but if we continue on it will soon be night
and the roads will be more dangerous.

You are right.
Thank you.

I miss Julián.

I hope that he recovers soon.

Do you think that he's not?
No.

He still has the same rage.

He is still suffering over his wife.

I understand it,
I would feel the same way.

Still looking at the map?
Yes, we are discussing

the best route
to arrive in Valencia tomorrow.

While there is a woman
reading the map,

not tomorrow nor the next day.

Do you know something, Spínola?

I am getting tired of you.

Very.
Ambrosio.

That is what my friends call me.

Especially if they are as pretty as you.

I don't know if I'm pretty,
but I do know two things.

One: I am not your friend,

and two: I am your superior
on this mission.

I think that you should remember
to whom you are speaking.

I am Ambrosio Spínola, Captian-
General by the grace of Philip III.

I am the man who defeated Breda.

Who are you, young lady, to give me
orders?

Should we roast the rabbits?
Do not interrupt.

Tell me, are you in
the history books?

Are you found in a museum?

You don't have to remind me who you are.

I studied your life at University.
Mmhm, and what did you learn about me?

That seldom was a hero so great

so humiliated
by his own king.

The Count-Duke of Olivares
stripped you of your power in Mantua

after giving away your post.

He left you ridiculed,
And what did the King do? Nothing.

Yes, Breda surrendered, but to what end?

The King abandoned Flanders
to her own devices,

the very same king
that left you in ruin

because you were
paying your soldiers with your own money.

Is that true?

I will just remind you of two words:

honor and reputation.

It would be best if I prepare supper.

I will help you skin the animals.

The rabbits well done, please.

She sure does know my life well,
the wretch.

She knows all of history
as though she had written it herself.

But I do not tell her that
lest she get a big head.

Well you are too late,

because she is more arrogant
than Queen Isabella.

What did Amelia mean by
"honor y reputation"?

Because she shut you up.

I would prefer not to talk about that.

That bastard Olivares...

No.

Light the fire with this.

What is that?

A small fire-making machine
from the 21st century.

Show me... Let me.

It is incredible.

Whomever invented this little thing
was a genius.

Spínola was on watch.

There were too many and out mission
is not to fight Christians.

Those are our orders.

Are you all right, ma'am?

I would be better if you
were not treating us like enemies.

These knights are
accompanying me to my destination.

You have very delicate manners,

your clothes are upper class
and your horses well-bred.

Who are you?
We are accompanying the lady to Teruel

at the will of her father,
Don Antón Muñoz, lord of Uclés.

My good father wished that I leave
these unstable lands.

My name is Inés.

Who are you?

Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar, they call me.

You are El Cid?

You know of me?

Only an imbicile would not know you.
So great are your deeds...

Pardon the attack.

These roads are dangerous,
more so for a lady.

We have suffered no mishaps.

Take cover!
-The lady!

Thank you.

"Yippie ki -yay", motherfucker.
-What did you say?

Now it is our turn.

To blood and fire!

Ah!

-Everyone lend a hand.

Friends!

I find it strange that my good Minaya

did not remind you of the conquest of Aledo.

If you fought
with the same courage as today...

-True courage is yours, sir.

We could use more men like you
in Castille,

brave men.
Thank you. It is an honor.

Well, enough talk.
Wise words.

Let us celebrate our victory.

Could we wash first?

Wash you shall.

Amina, bring the basins.

This is Jimena, my wife.

And the greatest gift that God has given me.

Excuse my husband's manners..

You know how men are.

Once they have satisfied their hunger
we will be among gentlemen again.

-Stack those barrels.

Continue, Don Rodrigo. You attacked them
after they had cut off your water?

At that point it was fight or die,

and truthfully, I would prefer to die
by the sword than from thirst.

You should have seen the white banners
stained red with blood...

Some were screaming "Muhammad",
and others "Santiago"...

1,300 enemies fell.

I lost 200 men.
That is war,

killing strangers and losing men .
No, Alonso.

War is conquest,
dignity and honor.

Continue recounting us your deeds,
I beg you.

Truthfully you wish me to continue?

I feel like a grandfather,
recounting his battle stories to his children.

Do not worry, I am sure that
it is my knights' favorite

conversation.
And are you married?

No.
Well, not yet.

You are very young, you have time.

Beg God that you have
the same good fortune I have had.

Many ladies marry for obligation,
very few for love.

I am one of them.

I heard that you won La Tizona

by snatching it from
the king of Morocco himself.

I buried the sword into him
from helmet to waist myself.

And that is how I won La Tizona.

There are men who do not dirty themselves,

who let their troops
fight for them.

You are not that kind of man.

To victories with honor.

Here here.

My father told me
that before he was exiled

you swore loyalty to
King Alfonso.

That is true, in Santa Gadea de Burgos,
where the noblemen swear,

I swore to Alfonso.
On the death of your brother.

Before those gossips
could speak ill of my husband.

I do not wish to bore you
with my tales.

I am going to retire.
I beg you to stay a while

and speak well of this wine.
-That we will.

Amina is preparing
your accomodations.

When you are ready,
she will take you to them.

Sleep well.
You also.

But that is El Cid's cup.

I am sorry, I had not realized.

What is the problem?
The DNA.

It is here too?

I don't know if you act like an idiot
or you really are one, Spínola.

That man is an imposter and
we must prove it.

An impostor? He speaks like El Cid,

fights like El Cid,
he is married to El Cid's wife.

I am not as well-read as you,
but...

Haven't you realized
that his life is exactly

like in "The Song"?
He knows it by heart.

Is it not..? It is his story,
why would he not know it?

"The Song" is the legend,
not the history.

Too much study
has clouded your perception.

You should relax more.

It is good for the complexion.

Your accomodations are ready.

What are you refering to,
with all this talk of the legend?

"The Song" recounts the legend,
not the history.

When I asked him about
swearing loyalty in Santa Gadea

he said he was there.

Spínola has said that he also
has heard of that.

And it sounds familiar to me.

Because it is in a poem,
not because it happened.

He even recited a verse.
Because he is a man of culture.

Alonso, please.
There must be a good reason, right?

This is your tent,
the next one is for the knights.

Thank you, Amina.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

God bless.
Good night.

-More wine?
-Pour me a little more wine.

Here.

See that no one enters.

Yes, sir.

Name?
Blas.

Last name?

De Lezo and Olavarrieta.

If you're writing that much,
I might start to worry.

No reason to.
You just have to watch your blood pressure

If that's all...

My vision in my left eye's ok,
right?

From what I see, it's not gotten worse
since the last report

Fine, everything else is done.

Well, good luck.

There is no good luck,

Only bad luck exists.

If you would be so kind,
tell the next patient to come in.

What a nightmare.

Miss, your turn.

Hello, Julián.

Long time, no see.

No, no, we still do not have the sample.

I am confident we will obtain it today.

There's something eating at me,
I believe he is an impostor.

How did you come to that conclusion?

He speaks as though he knows "The Song of my
Cid" from memory.

I'm calling you from 1099.

Copies weren't made of the original
until the 14th century.

Wow. You are
an encyclopedia, Miss Folch.

You'll have to bring that man here.

It won't be easy.

He might not be El Cid, but he fights like him.

And his men worship him.

I have to hang up.
There's movment outside.

Good morning. Were you looking for me?

I was going to enter your tent,
but I heard you speaking.

I thought that you were with someone.
I was praying, out loud.

Have you seen my knights?
They left with my husband, to fight.

One of the lookouts saw enemy troops
on the road to Valencia..

Are we in danger?
Do not worry. ..

We are safe with my husband.

And with your men, more so.

Last night Rodrigo told me that they are worth
ten men each.

If you will excuse me,
I would like to continue praying,

to beg God
that nothing happens to them.

I am sorry that I can not join you..

I need to prepare for our
dearture home.

You know not how much I long
to arrive at Valencia castle.

-Form up!

Ernesto, leave us alone.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Not everyone feels the
same way as you.

They have their reasons, don't you think?

Well.

Let's talk about your future.

I thought that we would talk about the past.

The past is like spilled milk.

You can't put it back in the bottle.

But you can always learn
from what happened.

I am sorry for what I did.

But?

There are many things I don't agree with.
I know.

And I appreciate your honesty.

I'll accept whatever decision you make.

I'll understand if you demote me
from field agent to secretary.

I want you to return
to the post you held before.

But it depends on you.

I will be torture, but for you
I'm willing to suffer.

You know that this decision is
going to cause you problems.

Mmhm.

Why are you doing it?

My own reasons.

Do you accept?

I accept.

Good.

God have mercy on us.

Do you know? I think that I am going to
move to this time period.

I feel rejuvenated.
You do not know how well I understand you.

What a shame we have to
return to the Ministry.

Return? Why?

It is El Cid's blood.

I cleaned a wound
he recieved from a Saracen.

We have his DNA now.
No, wait.

Spínola, for the love of God. Pay attention.
What part of "no fighting"

did you not understand?
And you,

what kind of education did they give you, that you
do not know how to treat a knight?

Stop arguing already, please.

I already have El Cid's DNA.
That's why I went to battle with him.

Thank you,
but it's not necessary anymore.

Look.

That is the courtyard in the Ministry
Yes,

in 1960.

He's an impostor.

Lock them up.

Damn.

How technology has advanced, shit.

It's really bitchin', right?

What year did you say you came from?
From 2016,

the last and main Ministry.

And you, sir?

From 1960. But don't call me sir,
huh? Don't call me sir.

What a headache to speak
like that all day long.

20 years here
and I still haven't gotten used to it.

You work for the Ministry?

You are not the real El Cid?

No, I'm not the real El Cid.

Well you deserve to be.

Thank you.
-I have see few men fight like you.

Ambrosio Spínola.

In the flesh.

Shit, but
how didn't I realise it before?

If I'm one of your biggest fans.

It's an honor, an honor to meet you.

The honor is mine, friend.

He is not our friend.

He is a traitor,
as much as it pains us.

I've been away from my family for 20 years.

I've given my life to
the Ministry.

I won't allow anyone
to call me a traitor, got it?

Why did you come here?

Some bones were found
next to the Tizona and a ring.

Exactly the same ring
as the one you have on.

I'll make sure to fix that mistake
before I die.

Who are you?

I am Rogelio Buendía Ortiz.

Agent 185, patrol 23.

From the 1960 MInistry.

And what are you doing here?

I made a mistake and I'm paying for it
with my life.

In 1960,
Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren

came to Spain to film
a movie about El Cid.

Mr. Heston wanted to
research El Cid

and he interviewed Menéndez Pidal,

who, in addition to being
president of the Real Academia,

was an expert
on El Cid Campeador.

What did he say?

He wanted to know if you're sure there
weren't rifles in El Cid's time.

But, my God, how could they have rifles
in that time?

Don't they even recieve a basic
education in the United States?

"No, they have no rifles".

"Another question.
What's the relationship

between 'el Cid'
and Cristóbol Colon?".

He says...

For the love of God, what did he say?

He's asking what the relationship is
between El Cid and Christopher Columbus.

Mother of God in heaven.

This guy,
if he were born any stupider, he would have been born a "botijo" jug

Botijo?

Tell him that the only thing
they have in common is the letter c.

for Cid, for Christopher. for Columbus

and for the "cojones" he must have
to ask me these questions.

Menéndez Pidal told Heston
where he could stick his questions.

He got mad
and didn't want to film the movie

because he didn't have enough material
to embody the character.

Embody? What is that?

Surely it has to do with DNA.
Surely.

DNA? What's DNA?
Let him finish, please.

When Menéndez Pidal found out
that Heston wasn't filming the movie,

he asked us for a favor.
But, how?

He knew about the existence
of the Ministry?

Yes, of course he knew.
He was a Ministry agent.

I think he got as high
as honorary Minister.

And what was the favor?

He asked us to film a docmentary
about the real El Cid,

that way Heston would
have enough material

to get into
character.

That's why we went to the year 1079.

-Fuck, fuck, fuck.
-Cut .

Cut, cut, cut.

Oh.
-Damn it.

The real Cid
died because of us?

Yes, 20 years before he was expected to.

I immediately returned to the Ministry.

Fucking hell, do you know what you've done?

You've killed El Cid,
symbol of Spain,

cornerstone of our history.
-I'm sorry, sir.

Although I could also say
that, from what I saw of El Cid,

he was more of a mercenary
than anything else.

Yes, man.
It's not enough that you caused his death,

now you're badmouthing him.
-With all due respect, sir

the legend is one thing,
and the history altogether another.

You agreed to give up
your life for this farce?

But it has to be
a secret between us.

No one can know anything
about your new mission.

Not now, not ever.

Understood?

I am a soldier, I follow orders.

Moreover, if anyone should bear
this responsibility, it's me.

You gave up
everything for the Ministry.

Like me.

It's been 20 years since I've seen my family.

The only thing I have left of them
are some pictures.

Nothing else.

What are you going to do with us?

Relax, I'm not going
to harm you.

The date of my death
is only 30 days away.

When that comes,
I'll tell Jimena to free you.

I order you to stop this insanity.

You don't have to die.

I'm sorry.

I swore I would complete this mission
and that's what I plan to do.

What the hell...?

Mother...

gave birth to an idiot.

Are you watching me?
It's the protocol

in situations like yours.

What did you do to the door?
It's blocked, like number 58.

We've linked it with another door
that returns to the Ministry,

as you've seen..

We're very clever.
Yeah. clever, yes.

I know how much you've suffered.

I doubt it..

That's your problem,

you believe you're
the champion of suffering..

Know what, Julián?

I lost my wife, too.

I wasn't as young as you,

but her death left me lost.

Like you,
I started to go to the past to see her..

And like you, I thought about saving her.

After a time,
they came out with medicines

that could have cured her.
Like Leiva wanted to do for his son

and you forbid him.
That's exactly why

I didn't send the medicine
to my wife.

Don't make a grave mistake...

that will give you nightmares
all your life.

I already made one
that haunts me,

don't worry.
Yes, I know.

That's why you want to save her.

But do you know the consequences
we could face if you do?

I don't care, Salvador,
I don't care.

Are you sure?

If you go through again
and save her,

you will have never
come to the Ministry.

Lope de Vega and el Empecinado
will have died,

maybe Alonso,

or Ernesto, they also might have
been killed through Leiva's actions.

Will you trade your wife's life
for those of so many people?

Do not go, I beg you.

It is my duty.

I always feel as though one day
you will not return.

My time has not come yet,
do not worry.

What is more, I am only going to scout,
not to fight.

Who are our guests?

Better to call them our prisioners.

Everything is in order, Jimena.

I do not wish to argue with you...

but you must concede that
man is a hero.

Yes, but for the wrong reason.

I do not agree.

He has given his life so that
history stays how it was.

Even if it's false?
True or false, what difference is there?

I have not studied as you have,

but in my time
we also listened to ballads

about great victories
and invincible kings.

No one sings of a king who loses

or of men who die
in battle.

History is always written
by the winners,

not those who speak the truth.

I wish to speak with you.

You know that your husband
is an impostor.

From the first day, I am not an idiot.

And you permit that a man, who is not
your husband, sleeps with you?

Because he is 1,000 times better.

He is loyal, noble, tender...

He fights for just causes,
not for who pays more.

And he gave the Princes of Carrión
what they deserved.

I could not ask for more. I wish you
would explain what I do not understand.

You have not spoken with him
about what he hides in the trunk?

I fear that he will leave me
if I speak of it.

I have never seen drawings like this.

They are not drawings.

Is it magic?

Almost.

Where I come from there are devices
that can capture an image like this.

It is as though that device...

steals people's souls.

No, it is only a reflection.

Then they are real people?

It seems a miracle.

Now she is real.

Yes.

She was his wife in another place
and another time.

You must convince your husband
to return with us.

If he does not, he will die.

You lie.

My husband can not die.

He is an angel who travels through time.

Angels like him and you

are immortal.

Ma'am, your husband.

I brought you a coffee.
Thank you, Angustias, I needed that.

Hang on, let me see if I have change.

It's on the house.

For the sleeping pills
from the other day.

See you later.
Thank you. See you.

Bad night, huh?

Yours hasn't been any better.

It's going to hurt.
Go on, don't worry.

Perfect.

Where did you come from?

From 142 BC,

saving Viriato's ass.

I don't know why,
if he's just going to die three years later.

So...

Well they gave you a good beating.

The Romans, they're assholes.

Sit down.
They've kicked our asses, damn.

But hey, there are worse places.

Oh yeah?

Anyone will tell you.

Buddy, I've seen things
you wouldn't believe.

I've seen two Spanish soldiers
come to blows

over the last seat
in an ambulance.

Where was that?
In the Rif war, in 1926.

Bad shit, my friend.

But the worst I've seen
has to be the Cuban War,

the one in 1895.

I know a little about that one.
Yeah? Well I know everything.

I was there for two years.

There were boys there that had never held
a gun in their fucking lives.

Cannon fodder,
they didn't last even one battle.

And if they lived, they died from sickness.
No doctors, no medicine...

A shitshow.

What time are you from?

From 1982, like Naranjito.

You haven't had much luck
with your missions in the Ministry.

I'm a soldier.

I go from war to war.

Not a great life.

Well, I'm off to see Viriato,
hang out a bit.

What's that, a joke?
It's the "flow", brother.

Mother...

You should rest.

I'll rest when I'm dead.
I've got to get back.

I left two of my teammates
hanging there and...

Your teammates are the most sacred,
friend.

Bye, George Clooney.

Ah!

My love.

Hold on.

I think...

I think that this time
it will prove more difficult.

Jimena.

Have you told our guests?

They are waiting outside.

I wish to see them.

I wish to see them.

Ah!

No...

I think...

I do not...

I do not have much time.

Agents.

And the mission is not completed.

By one month, damn it.

Relax, you should rest.

Now...

Now Ben Yusuf will attack.

Do you not hear him?

Do you hear his drums?

Do you hear the drums?

They believe me dead.

No.

And the history
has gone wrong.

I should...

I should die by a...
by a wayward arrow,

and not a sword.

No one...

will lift me onto my horse.

And I won't win the battle
after I've died.

I will win it for you.

I will ride your horse
and carry your weapons.

I swear it to you.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry for this mess, friends.

Take my ring.

Take it.

The real El Cid's bones...

Easy.

It's important, Spínola.

The... The bones
from the real El Cid...

are buried...

in a chest...

100 meters from the castle, to the west.

Everything should be...

like history says, right?

Thank you.

Ah!

I forbid you from going to fight.
I have sworn,

And what I swear, I do.
And I will fight at your side.

It will be an honor.
But we are changing history.

You were never El Cid.
Neither was that man who is dying.

But history says that it was that way,
we are not going to change it.

Although I do not fight
for history.

Then why are you
risking your life?

For an agent
who has spent 20 years here,

so that his sacrifice
will not be in vain.

And if I die in battle,
we will not change history either.

I am already dead.

I would like
for you to give me your consent.

I would fight more at peace.

You have it.

Come back unharmed, please.

The world will remember me
from a painting by Velázquez, but...

the reality was more pathetic.

Yes, I made the mistake of reading
in books how I end my life,

ruined and villified.

That is how Spain treats her heroes.

That is what I have learned
since I started at the Ministry.

Do you know what
were my last words to my son?

Honor and reputation.

I left this world without either.

So if I do die
in this battle, I do not care

because it will be to preserve the honor
and the reputation of that man,

who has spend 20 years of his life
following an order.

So be it.

La Tizona...

Just having you in my hands
makes everything worth it.

I have lived...

very happily...

by your side.

Thank you for not rejecting...

an imposter, Jimena.

No.

You are my true husband.

You always will be.

When I die,

do...

everything that Amelia says.

You can not die.

Love,

are you there?

I don't see you.

Are you there?

Aurora.

Are you there?
-Yes, my love.

I am here.

I am your Aurora.

Thank God.

Thank God.

For Santiago!
For Santiago!

Yes?
Angustias,

Hello, Julián.
Could you bring me a coffee?

I'm bogged down,
Of course, how would you like it?

Black, with sugar,
I'll be there in five minutes.

Good, thanks. One more thing,

Amelia and Alonso, are they back yet?
Are they ok?

Perfectly, they're here
debriefing the boss.

Okay
All right, thanks, see you.

Is it necessary that she be here?

It is, she is back at her post.

I won't ask for your forgiveness,

because I know
that forgiveness isn't gifted.

I will prove to you that you can
trust me again.

I was born five centuries ago.

It will take you another five
before I trust you again.

I do not know what is happening,
but...

I have seen witches burn at the stake
that were less hated than you.

Gentlemen, that's enough.

I demand that you maintain a level
of discipline suitable for this Ministry.

It's difficult, because we've all
made mistakes, no one more than I.

But the Ministry is currently in
a delicate position

and I need all of you.

Have you ever heard me say that?

No, sir.

Well yes, I need you.

Al of you, and Mr. Martínez,
when he re-joins us.

You are my best team,
and I don't plan on losing that, understood?

Good.

Now, Miss Folch,
if you would be so kind,

tell us how everything went
with El Cid.

Julián?

In the end, we gave the real El Cid's
bones to Jimena.

She will do what is written
in history.

Congratulations,
you've done good work.

Well, if you're telling
me the truth,

because you look a little beat up.

We were attacked
returning to the door.

Those that did it
ended up in worse shape.

And you, Espinola?
You don't have anything to add?

No, only that it has been an honor
to serve on this team

and that... you may call on me again,

whenever and as long as Miss Folch
is not opposed.

The honor has been mine.

What's wrong, Angustias?
-Julián.

He's left through one of the doors.

Which?
-He doesn't say.

Give me the letter so I can read it.

"I'm sorry to
have left without saying goodbye

It's better this way.

Goodbyes are always sad.

Don't look for me.

You only need to know that I'm going
where I can help others.

Where no one knows about my past
or my problems.

Amelia,

you are the best boss I've had

and one of the two most
wonderful women I've known.

Alonso,

I've never admired someone so much
who was so different from me.

I wish we had been
childhood friends.

In my neighborhood
I really could have used you.

Angustias,

don't give up... ever,

but find a way to sleep, please,
and without pills.

Ernesto, it has been an honor
working with someone with your morals

and that 70s' James Bond
suit.

Just one piece of advice, smile,
at least once in a while.

Lastly, Irene,

I won't say anything to you,
but to everyone else.

Support her, I know it will be hard,

but you've done it for me
when I've let you down,

more than a few times.

Someone once told me
that your teammates are sacred.

That's what you all are to me.

Hugs to everyone".

We've become aware of the existence
of a time door

not registered to the Ministry.

It's not the first.
Nor will it be the last.

But this one brings a surprise.

Through it, a murdurer has traveled
to our time.

Whoever did this
is not human.

He is an animal.

Carmen Salgado,
also a single mother,

29 years old, year 1946.

Like the woman he killed in 1981.

Then there are more women,
I'm sure of it.

They are donations to the same orphanage

A lot of money
over many decades,

all with the same name.

Francisco Morán.
Exactly.

He's headed your way.

How did you know about the wardrobe?

-Sorry, we are the
ones who ask the questions here.

We've already found eight bodies
in the basement of your house.

You have a child,
Or not. What if it's fake?

How long have you been traveling in time?

I don't remember.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I want to tell you that I have never
known a woman like you.

Jesús Méndez,
police detective

in the narcotics division
in Usera, in Madrid, in 1981,

given the nickname Pacino
by his coworkers.

What did you do, why did you run?
- You're a pig, man.

Chapino?
No, Pacino.

How did you get here?