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The Seige of Baler was an
blockade by Phillipine rebels

against a Spanish military detatchment
in the village church.

It lasted 337 days.

In December of 1898,
the signing of the Treaty of Paris

between Spain and the USA,
formally ended the war between

both countries and Spain ceded
the Phillipines to the USA.

Because of this, those beseiged in Baler
are known as
"The Last of the Phillipines"

Baler, Phillipines
1899

You're making an awful face, yeah?

It must be from eating too much.

Rough on the
digestion, huh?

How are you, does it still hurt?

- That depends...
- On what?

How much rum I've drunk.

Don't put that in the letter, ok?

Nor that I've been wounded, either...
don't put that either.

They'll see it when you go home,

I'm sure you'll tell
everyone in town.

Of course

All this bullshit has
to be good for something;

even if it's only bragging rights.

Captain!

Come see this!

What's is it?

There's a soldier coming with a white flag.

Don't let him in.

He's one of ours.

Don't let him in, damn it.

Captain, he has a message.

Ask him...

if he brings news from Manila.

Hey, do you have news from Manila?

No, it is a letter
from Calixto Villacorta.

Sincronized and edited by Chitorafa.

Chapter 16
Time of Brave Men

This is Julián Martínez's
goodbye note.

And this is the letter that the soldier
Lafarga sent from the Phillipines.

- what do you think?
- It's the same handwriting.

- Identical.
- Exactly.

Good work, Irene.

So, Julían is in hiding,
using the name José Lafarga.

No, I don't think so. There are more letters.

This one, for example,
signed by Felipe Castillo

or this one, Gregorio Catalán,

and this, Domingo Castro.
All in Julián's handwriting.

- Multiple personality disorder?
- No.

Julián is writing letters
for the illiterate soldiers,

and most of them were
during the Cuban and Phillipine Wars.

What a country, ours.

And have you figured out
the exact origin of the letters?

- Baler, Phillipines.
- Are you fucking...

Sorry.

Julián is
with The Last of the Phillipines.

"Esteemed Captain Las Morenas.

The situation that you
insist on sustaining is irrational.

The Spanish Army
has abandoned practically

the entire island

and the capital has fallen during your seige."

They lie.

"We are aware of your
precarious state".

The know that
from your native-loving medic, the traitor.

Everyone knows it.

Can I finish reading?

"You have the opportunity
to lay down your weapons now,

and be treated
with respect and consideration.

If you refuse, we will not
be responsible for your losses.

Sincerely,
Captaon Calixto Villacorta".

It's a trap.

We have to demand that those natives

obey the law
and lay down their arms.

It's been three months since
we've heard news from Manila.

In that time

- many things could have happened.
- Spain is a powerful nation.

And her army, the best in the world.

With respect to that
there are two schools of thought.

Doctor, I'm getting tired
of your nonsense.

That's the problem, Lieutenant,

that to you, anything anyone
else thinks is always nonsense.

- I will not allow you...
- Gentlemen, please.

Let's remain calm.

Julián.

Julián.

I have come to get you
out of this hell.

By yourself? Are you insane or what?

I am the insane one, right?

There are more than 30 guys here
and we're all under seige.

I have come for you only.

Hold on, hold on.

How did you get here?

36 Days Earlier

What are you going to do?

- Upon my soul, I do not know.
- You mean, after 400 years...

you're feeling
butterflies of love, yeah?

Do not be ridiculous.

- She could be my descendant.
- Yeah, man,

the grandkid of the great-grandkid
of your great-grandkid.

You wouldn't even share a drop of DNA,
even if she was.

Call her.

How long
since you've been with a woman?

That is not your concern.

Of course it's my concern,
you're my flat-mate.

Alonso, you're like a fortress, man.

- You need some relief, some...
- I do not need that kind of entertainment.

I am still in love with my wife.

But your wife is in the 16th century,
and you're not going back there.

You've been grieving too long, Alonso.

I should not have told you anything.

And I beg you not to tell
my secret to anyone.

Of course.

Go on.

- Time to go.
- Urgent meeting?

This is inexcusable.

In this Ministry
we only demand one thing: discretion.

And you decided to fight
with the police at a demonstration.

They were acosting a woman.

But this is a secret
instition, Alonso, and there were cameras.

These days everyone has a
camera on their phone.

- I am sorry.
- I'm sorrier.

This incident has reached the higher-ups

and they have opened a intertemporal
disciplinary case.

Until it is closed,
you're removed from active duty

and you have to attend
a course on adaptation

where you will learn
to control your impulses.

Alonso's impulses have saved
our lives more than once.

Miss Folch, don't play laywer
for Mr. Etrerríos

It won't do him any good.

You and Mr. Pacino can leave,
please.

And Alonso?
We need to speak with him.

- Is there a problem?
- Yes.

I don't think it's fair
what you're doing to Alonso.

He's adjusting to a new time.

- You should give him...
- Leave.

Leave. I am a man
that accepts his responsibilities.

And also his mistakes.

Sit down.

Sit.

What is this inter-disciplinary
temporal?

Sounds serious, right?

I just made it up.

We need your help, so relax,
it was all a subterfuge.

- A subterfuge?
- A show, an act.

- A ruse?

- Well I do not like this jest.
- And I don't like you hitting policemen.

But we have an important mission for you.

I see, so important that my team mates
can not know about it.

Exactly. It's a mission
for one man alone, you.

And what is it about?

We've located
your teammate Julián Martínez

in a very dangerous situation.

They found you because of the call
you made to Amelia.

She tried to return the call,
but a message said

that you were outside the coverage area
because you were not in Spanish territory.

The Phillipines isn't Spain's anymore?

It stopped being so the day
after your call.

Luckily, one of the Mariana Islands
still belongs to Spain.

I traveled through a door

and then from ship to ship
to get here.

It has been hell.

And Amelia?

Amelia is fine.

But this was a mission
for one man alone.

In fact it is secret.

Only Salvador, Ernesto and Irene
know that I am here.

And Salvador?

Everything as it should be.

What is happening,
what are you thinking?

If Spain's already lost this war,
these men are here for nothing.

Exactly.

For nothing.

They are The Last of the Phillipines.

What do you mean The Last
of the Phillipines?

I thought you would know.

These men...

will endure a siege...

- of 337 days.
- You have a cheat sheet?

Poor man.

You must be so tired,
yes?

- Julián, this is not a sheet.
- It's a paper where I have written down

things that will happen, survivors,
those who die... so that nothing changes.

What a fucking obsession
with preserving history.

- We have to leave here as soon as possible.
- No.

- Julián, you should not be here.
- But I am.

I'm not going to leave them.

By God I see you have not changed.

Give it to someone who needs it.

What's wrong,
my rice isn't good, or what?

Lafarga, in war time,

it's better to feed the soldiers
than the captains.

Yes, sir.

You're going to make
me feel guilty, Captain.

Eat and keep you strength up, Liuetenant.

You're going to need it.

Doesn't it seem like too big a coincidence
that the new guys know each other?

They said they fought
together in Manila.

- Why shouldn't we believe them?
- How do we know they aren't spies?

Lieutenant, spies
don't save lives.

- And Julián has saved more than a few.
- Not Julían.

But the other one...

Do you believe that the Spanish
army has fled the island?

Not that. They are trying to trick us.

Well then that guy is a spy.

Maybe they've deceived him too.

Either way, he can't stay.

Every extra mouth
makes our situation worse.

They're here!

Keep it up, Alonso.
Spain needs that.

Give it to them!
Show those bastards what we've got!

Shit!

Assholes!

- Good morning Irene.
- Hello.

How was Italica?

Well... lots of guys in skirts.

What can I get for you?

A cortado with real milk,
please.

Bring me a black coffee, please.

- A cortado for me, José Carlos.
- For every Spaniard, his coffee.

- You seem very serious.
- We wanted to speak with you.

What's wrong, is there a problem?

When is Alonso coming back?

- Soon.
- That's what you told us two weeks ago

- and it's been a month since we've seen him.
- These things take time.

How long is this adaptation
to the present course?

I don't know, it depends on the student
and for Alonso it's very challenging.

Alonso was adapting to the
present better than most people.

- Do you think?
- Yes.

There were a few exceptions, but yes.

Well those exceptions
are the ones that matter.

I have to go, the boss
has called me in for a meeting.

By the way, Pacino, you've been given
those two days off you requested.

- Coffee's on me.
- Weren't you going to have another?

I'll get them to put
it in a plastic cup.

You requested two days off?

Yeah, my dad's retiring
and it's going to be rough on him.

I want to be with him.

You could have told me.

Look who's talking, Miss. Secrets.

It's all about give and take.

You can't expect people to tell you
about their lives if you don't do the same.

Amelia asked me
about Alonso's whereabouts.

- She suspects that we're deceiving them.
- Mmhm.

Amelia is smart,
what can we do?

- That's why we hired her.
- We could tell her the truth.

And bring up Julián again?

Or admit that I've known where
he was all this time?

Irene, I...
I have tried to be better,

and I've changed,

but not that much.

Right now the important thing is
that Julián and Alonso return ASAP.

You know that's not going
to be an easy task.

Yes, I know. My insomnia
reminds me every night.

Angustias, the day you knock before
entering is the day I give you a raise.

That's what you said when I went to negotiate
with Napoleon and I'm still waiting.

- Your coffee and the news reports.
- Thank you.

By the way, does anyone know
if something's up with Ernesto?

- I have no idea, why?
- No, no, no reason.

Angustias.

- Of course you don't know anything.
- Me? No, I don't know anything.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but no.

I didn't write that letter.

We don't have a son, Ernesto.

I thought not,
but I had to be sure.

Why didn't you think so?

Well, don't be offended, but...
I don't know, I don't see you living that kind of life.

You're a Ministry agent.

And...

also Julio Romero de Torres's
dark woman.

One of many.

Woman, the one with the oranges
and the lemons.

And?

I don't know, just...

I never pictured you having a family.

I would have for you.

Damn.

You never told me that.

Well,

there are some things
that if you have to explain them

they're better left unsaid.

Of course.

Well, I...

I have to go.

We are being audited
and...and a lot of work.

Fine.

Asunción.

- I'm very sorry.
- Don't worry.

Time heals all wounds,
even heart break.

Say hello to Velázquez.

I'll be here when he wants to give up painting children
and paint a real women instead.

I am sorry, a bad dream.

I see that.

What were you dreaming about?

Ghosts of the past.

And what torments you so much
that you can not sleep either?

There are so many things
I wouldn't know where to start.

I came here to...

to be useful, to help people,
but it's impossible.

Wherever you go in history,

there's too much pain,
too much sorrow,

too much injustice.

That is war.

- Kill or be killed.
- Yeah, yeah.

I don't know, I don't know.

Tell that to Toca,

who was about to be married
when they recruited him.

He didn't have enough money to pay
to get out of military service.

Or to Heredia,
who saw the ocean for the first time

when he boarded the ship
to come here and kill people.

Or Lafarga's kids,
he's got three.

And they don't know if they'll
ever see their father again.

There are men here from all
over Spain.

Andalucians, Catalans,
Extremadurans, Basques,

but they all have one thing in common.

They're poor.

That's why they're here, fighting
a war that can't be won.

A war that no one understands.

Yeah.

Well, that it is.

Since we can't sleep,

why don't we talk about
more pleasant things?

Yes.

How are things
at the Ministry?

- Fine.
- And the team?

- You must have a new teammate.
- Yes, his name is Pacino.

What do you mean, like the actor?

Yes, it is a nickname from a movie.

- Serpico
- Serpico, good flick.

Yes, well it seems that he looks a lot
like the man that... the actor.

- Well then he must be a good guy.
- He is.

And Amelia, how's she?

She misses you.
I know that much.

And you don't miss me or what?

Me too.

I am more accustomed than she is
to losing people I care about in battle.

Yeah.

Hey.

No betting your food rations.

Don't worry, Lieutenant, Toca's going
to eat all his rice and do my guard duty.

- I'll make him...
- Hey, cheater!

It's a miracle we
don't kill each other.

Not seeing the light of day
lowers the spirit.

And eating shit too.

Look.

It is a bad sign when the captain
and the cook are so weak.

They should be the ones
who eat best.

- Imagine the rest.
- Lieutenant!

There's a man approaching
with a white cloth.

Give up already, they never tire.
Is it a native?

- It's a Spanish officer.
- We'll see about that.

By his uniform I'd say
he's an infantry captain.

- Someone'll have to go out and talk to him.
- I'm going.

With all due respect, Captain,

let me go out.

It is my duty.

I know, but you have sacrificed much
for your men and you are weak.

And you don't want those on the outside

to know how sad our
conditions are, right?

I'm sorry, but they are.

We can't show any
signs of weakness, Captain.

We'll be lost.

You're right.

You go out.

Sir.

Having signed
the peace treaty

between Spain and The United States

and having ceded the
sovereignty of these islands

to the latter

it would be in your best interest to evacuate
your post, handing over your arms,

ammunicion...

and treasure chests".
But, what treasure are they talking about?

They're even making jokes.

Go on, go on please.

"Following my verbal orders
given to you by

Infantry Captain
Don Miguel Olmedo y Calvo,

God grant you long life.
Captain General Diego de los Ríos."

Once again.
The same lies as always.

Is there no possibility
that it might be true?

It's not numbered
as is protocol.

We've been waiting so long for
good news that we can't believe the bad.

It even seems like a lie.

It is.

If the war is over, why
are the natives still firing on us?

Forget the natives,
the problem is the beriberi.

There are two more men ill, Doctor.

Yes.

It's going to take us all.

Rest in peace,
in this land so far from home

and may your good works grant
you rest in the arms

of our merciful Lord

and may He forgive
you for your sins.

"In nomine Patris

et Filii es Spiritus Sancti".

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

Break rank!

Shit.

What a nice plaque
they gave you after all that, yeah?

You know I would give it back
if I could keep on working.

You've worked enough, dad. I'm
very proud of your, really.

And now you'll have more time
to be with mom.

Yeah, she's the only good thing I have left,
your mother.

And you.

I have stuff all over the place

and the guests are
about to arrive.

- Need a hand?

- No, dear, I'll take care of it.
Well, son, let's see, tell me.

How's it going with your new assignment
in Las Palmas?

Well...
it's not short on excitement, that's for sure.

Maybe you'll come back soon,
now that I have more time for you.

I just left.

I have contacts

and could pull some strings.

No.

No, whatever I achieve
should be on my own.

When I come back,
it'll be as chief detective or not at all.

What you need to do now
is find a good woman and marry her.

Family is the most beautiful
thing in life.

- A toast. That's it.
- Come on!

A toast to the retiree,
of course.

To the best police officer ever to walk
the streets of Madrid, my father.

- Here here.
- That's it.

Should I get the champagne?

You don't have to retire,
Luis.

I know people who will be
in important positions soon.

They'll need people like you,
with experience.

For what?

- Surveillance.
- Surveillance?

You want my dad to become
a private eye now?

I'm not talking about those jokers.

I'm talking about working as
security chief at some ministry.

There's one good thing about
this fucking new democracy shit.

The need to investigate one's enemies,
search out their weaknesses.

Things that the police
can't do anymore.

And for that kind of work,
there's no one better than your dad.

Fucking democracy.

Fucking democracy.

Would you mind explaining what you mean
by this fucking democracy shit?

Why don't you go help your mother?
She's taking a while, yeah?

Yes, that would be best.

He's quite a hot head, your son.

Hey, Luis, where did you say he
served? In Paracas?

To Luis!

Thank you.

Youth, what a blessing.

Is something wrong, mom?

Yes, son.

I want to divorce your father.

Lafarga.

Lafarga.

I brought you something so
you can keep up your strenght.

Julián.

Don't waste it on me.

Come on, we still have
a lot of letters to write

to your wife and kids.

Go on, open up.

Come on, Lafarga,
delicious and nutritious.

Don't do this to me, Lafarga,

I'm going to write you
some fucking amazing letters.

Open up, come on.

Write my name on some wood.

Don't say stupid things, damn it.

I'm begging you, please, Lafarga.

Open your mouth, come on.

Shit.

Fucking shit.

He was going to be a great chef.

He said that thanks to the Phillipines
he had learned to cook

dirty rice,
but dirty for real.

Should we say a prayer
for his soul?

No, you pray, if you want.

I want to go home.

We're worthless here.

Yes?

Hello.

Hello, handsome, is your mother home?

- Are you selling something?
- No.

Then yes. Mom, it's for you!

Yes?

I'm sorry.

I must be wrong.
I was looking for Luisa.

- Luisa Rivas?
- Yes, yes, do you know her?

Yes, she was the former tenant
but she died a few months ago.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said it like that,
but, well, I assumed that...

anyone who knew her
would already know.

No, don't worry,
we hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Too long.

But you could talk to her son.

Javier went to live with his uncles
when Luisa died.

If they haven't moved, I have the
address around here, somewhere.

- His name is Javier?
- Yeah, he's a really great kid.

He's only 20 and he makes a living
doing something with computers.

He took care of Luisa until the end.

Do you want me to give you the address?

- Sorry. Yes, if it's not a bother.
- No.

- Of course not.
- Thank you.

They've improved
but continue to execute

the more well-known steps:
the egyptian..."

What a band.

"or the wheelbarrow"

- Wow!

"...a fusion
of traditional basque dance

with break-dance.

A revolution
and the reason we became famous,

the wheelbarrow".

- What are you doing here?
- I came to find out what's going on with you.

Sorry about the mess, but...
usually Alonso

is the one who takes care of it. Sorry.

How are you?

Well... I've got a cold,
if the Ministry is asking.

But if you are, to tell
you the truth,

- I just don't feel like seeing anyone.
- Do you want anything?

- No.
- No?

I want to know what is happening with you.

You care?

Of course I care.

"... the detractors
site a lack of discipline

and technique in their dance
but over time

the influence of the Cuatro
Magnificos on the break dance movement

became undeniable."

My parents are getting divorced.

They just made it legal.
If I'm not careful,

my mom will be the first
divorced woman under the democracy.

Have you spoken with her?

Yeah, well, she's been looking
after him forever, putting up with him,

waiting for him to come home from work.

From his affairs.

Surely they will be able to start over.
Don't worry.

My mom, yeah, it will be
freedom for her, but my dad?

My dad doesn't know how to live alone.

The same day that he retired,
he lost his job and his wife.

But, oh well, modern times.

God bless them.

In my time, not only can
women not get divorced,

but just to get a job

we need signed permission
from our husbands.

Thanks for coming.

Thank you for telling me about your life.

You owe me one.

One day you'll have
to tell me about yours.

But don't worry,
I won't make you.

I promise I'll
be at work tomorrow.

What are you watching?

Some bullshit.

"It seems easy, but...
you have to coordinate...".

All these channels, you know?
But just like in my time...

"Of course, they're athletes,
they're young people...".

We will escape out the hole
in the west wall.

And if there's no hole?

I volunteered to fix
it myself

when the cannonball destroyed it.
I put the stones in without mortar.

Good work. And after we get out, then what?

God will provide.

The second part of the plan
needs work.

What does this guy want?

Uh.

What faces. If I'm bothering you, I'll go.

- Now that you mention it...
- Don't worry, man.

We just came out for some air.

Good idea.

I still don't understand
what we're doing on this island.

If the natives want it,
let them have it.

After all, it's theirs.

I hope I didn't just
put my foot in my mouth.

No, man, no, relax.
I don't understand it either.

It's fucking bullshit.

All our lives living in poverty
in Spain

and then they bring us here, against
our will, to be even hungrier.

Come on, let us go inside.

Hold on.

I have guard duty at night.

As the lookout.

I see everything.

If you ever need any help,

please, ask me.

You understand, right?

- And Menache?
- If he doesn't show, we leave him.

- Eh.
- Who goes there?

- I'm here.
- You are an idiot.

Who's with you?

- Toca's coming with us.
- That was not the plan.

I know the way through the jungle.

Let him come, let him come.

Let's go.

Hands in the air.

Toca.

A deserter...

A deserter
is the worst kind of coward.

The courtyard is full of crosses

of heroes that gave their lives
for their country.

And you all...

aren't worthy to put foot on this ground.

What heroes are you talking about?

Those men only wanted to be as
far away as possible from here.

- They are soldiers.
- Because they are forced to be.

People like you lead them out
like lambs to the slaughter.

Julián, don't make things worse.

I might have expected this from you.

After all,
you aren't regular army.

But from you, Entrerrios,

I can't understand it.

Who could have put this
idea in your head?

- No one, Lieutenant.
- Then...

Kill me.
I'm here because I wanted to be.

- Leave these men alone.
- You do not

give the orders here.

You're going to kill men
who's given their lives to their country

- in exchange for nothing.
- Our homeland...

Our homeland gives honor and glory

to those who fight under her flag.

The only thing our country gives them
is poverty and hunger.

Stick your flag where the sun doesn't shine.

One more step and you're a dead man.

I already am, so, if you do it
I will be twice dead.

Take them away,

to the store room

and put them in shackles.

What will you do with them?

They're deserters.

If you don't know what we do to
to deserters in times of war,

you know less about the Army
than I thought.

- Mom, what's up?
- Son.

Son, I'm very worried,
I don't know where your father is.

We had an appointment with the lawyers,
but he didn't show.

- He's not home?
- No, he's not here.

I came back and he's not here
and also...

Also his gun isn't in the drawer
where he always keeps it.

I'm on my way, don't worry.

How are you on your way
if you're in Las Palmas?

- By the time you get her...
- Don't worry, I'll get there.

- Don't call anyone, ok?
- Alright, see you soon.

They want to make sure we're
alive before they shoot us.

I had to come talk to you.

The Captain
is organizing a sortie.

- And what's that?
- A surprise attack.

They're going to set fire to some huts
so that the natives flee the village

and they can raid
the granaries and crops.

We'll gain some ground
and push back their line of fire.

- And what are we supposed to do?
- Very little.

It will be a very confusing time.

I doubt that anyone will stay
to watch over you.

I'll try to get
the key to the shackles.

That is risky.

I can't think of another way.

You're putting yourself at too much risk.

- If they discover...
- Why don't you just shut up?

Doctor, please, try.

If they catch you, they'll execute
you with the rest of us.

Those men out there need you alive.

You are an idiot.
Why do you say that?

What are you doing?

Getting out of the way.

- I'm nothing but a nuisance.
- No, dad.

You will be if you get out of the way
and leave all of us screwed.

Son, you have your own life now.

- Let me end mine.
- No, not a chance, no fucking way.

Next year is the World Cup.

You promised me that we would follow the
national team all around Spain.

Team Spain?

They'll never win anything.

They are going to win, they are.
I'm telling you.

And the Rayo is going to make it to the Premier League.

Dad, you taught me that you have to
be brave in life.

Don't be a coward now.

Son...

Your mother left me...

I have nothing left.

Nothing.

- I'm all alone.
- You're not alone.

I'll always be with you.

I promise.

Sacks! Bring sacks!

Cans, whatever you find!

Grab all the food
that you find!

Let's go!

- Houdini taught me this.
- Houdini? The magician?

Yes.

When we get out of this, there are
many things I should tell you about.

Come on.

Hey!

Hey!

You got free? Help me.

And me, please, help me.

- Give me that.
- Come on, Julián!

Stay still, stay still.

- Bring it here.
- Hold still.

- Julián!
- I'm trying... Hold on, I'm coming.

Give it.

- Toca, please, Toca.
- We can not wait for them.

Wait, damn it.

Toca.

Toca.

Please, Toca.

Please.

- Toca.
- They are on the list.

Toca, try, please.

I have to go,

at least until
things calm down.

Have you spoken with Salvador?

Yes, he understood perfectly.

I'm going to be an agent in 1981.

He says the door is always open
for when I want to come back.

If that's true,
we'll work together again.

Come back soon.

Alonso hasn't reappeared
and Julián, God knows where he is.

You were all I had left.

Well, you're strong.

You're the smartest
of the three.

You'll manage.

That doesn't mean I won't miss you.

Come on.

You've told me about your life,

I'm going to tell you about mine.

This is my story and it ends here.

I know when I'm going to die.

I know I'll have a daughter.

But I'm so afraid to know
the truth that I live paralyzed.

Except when I'm on a mission.

That's the only time
that I feel truly alive.

In your time or mine?

Shut up, you idiot.

Home at last.

Yes, finally.

Julián.

Ay...

Alonso, welcome back.

- Julián.
- Give me a hug, man.

Welcome back. Have a seat.

- Angustias, bring them coffee.
- How silly of me, I got so excited.

Alonso,
we knew you wouldn't fail.

- A honor.
- And you, Julián?

- Finally back in the fold.
- Mmhm.

You must understand that Baler
is a milestone in our history

and we couldn't take the risk
of any interference.

I've lived for months with those men,
I'd like to know what happened to them.

- Of course.
- At my house I have the DVD

of "The Last of the Phillipines".
I'll bring it in tomorrow.

- A little too patriotic for my tastes.
- Yes, but interesting, right?

That was Tony Leblanc's first role.

- I'd prefer the book, if you don't mind.
- It's yours.

The Seige of Baler

Yes?

Yes, I'll be there right away.

That was Alonso.

He found Julián and brought
him back to the Ministry.

Well, now you're
team's complete again.

It's was always complete with you there.

And the newspapers?

Do the newspapers lie, too?
The war is over.

They can be falsified.

Another trap?

How many does this make, Lieutenant?

I will not give up this post.

Never.

Not until I receive orders
from a superior officer.

A Lieutenant Colonel isn't enough?

I've demanded that they bring me

the General of Los Rios.

That will buy us some time.

Tomorrow night
we'll try to break the seige

and cross the jungle

on route to Manila.

You are completely insane.

Military orders are

to be followed.

Is something wrong, Lieutenant?

Read this.

Everything has been true.

The loss of Cuba.

And the Phillipines.

We've held out
all this time for nothing.

It was all true.

"Second Lieutenant,

Infantry Reseve Division,

Francisco Díaz Navarro,

is headed to Málaga".

And?

Lieutenant Díaz Navarro
was a close childhood friend.

He always told me that his dream
was to return to Málaga,

where his family lives

and his girlfriend.

The natives couldn't
have invented that.

And if they haven't invented that,

they haven't invented anything.

God...

"Having earned
the admiration of the entire world

the Spanish forces
guarding Baler

who defended the flag of their homeland
with so much bravery and herosim

even without hope
of any reinforcements,

Emilio Aguinaldo, President
of The Republic of the Phillipines,

decreed that the brave
Spanish soldiers

would be considered friends

and not prisioners
of the Phillipean troops.

In addition, upon request
by the same Lieutenant,

Don Saturnino Martín Cerezo,
King Alfonso XIII

awarded him the
Laureate Cross of Saint Ferdinand

for his heroic actions
in the villiage of Baler.

With regards to the troop,

no individual incidents were found
among the actions of the soldiers

which would entitle them to the awards
set forth by law.

Forward march!

This is Pacino,
who I told you so much about.

- All good, I hope.
- Nice to meet you.

By the way, I love "Serpico",
it's a great movie.

Thank God someone's
seen the movie.

Have we seen each other before?

I don't think so,
when I got here, you were already gone.

- Must be my imagination.
- Must be.

Well, I... I'm off.
I have a new assignment.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Amelia, it's been a pleasure
to work with you.

Same.

I will accompany you to the door.

He seems like a good guy.

He is.

You didn't have to come with me,
Alonso.

This way I can say goodbye
to my flat mate as God intended.

Hey, you've got the place to yourself now.

You know that I will miss you.

I'll miss you too.

Well...

Promise me that you will come back one day.

Count on it.

I'll be back.

It can not be, this painting does not exist.

It was destroyed when the
Alcazar of Madrid burned down

in 1734

Inter-temporal art
traffickers.

Hello, it's me, Elena,
the lawyer, do you remember me?

- Remember you? Upon my soul I...
- Say yes

Yes, yes.

1734.

Here we come.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you have a fiance,
how can you like women?

You should know
that the King has been a bit restless.

He is suffering from melencholic
vapors which cloud his spirit.

- I am hungry!
- This is a complicated mission.

We're going to need help.

Irene and Velázquez
are in 1734

investigating what seemed
to be the theft of one painting,

but now we have reason to believe
that it's part of a much bigger plan

to loot
the Royal Alcazar of Madrid.

- Your Magisty, the King has escaped.
- Again?

Felipe, for the love of God!

I am tired of being King.

The only thing I need
is to keep my husband happy

so that I can keep ruling.

Boss, you have a visitor.

They must be very important for
you to announce them.

You aren't going to believe it.

I'm supposed to stay here inside
and miss all the excitement,

the adventure, like a clod,
like that good-for-nothing Goya?

Amelia here, in position.

Alonso here.

I have nothing to say.

This time
the tradgedy can be corrected

without changing history,
it is a great opportunity.

Bosch, Tiziano, Rubens,
Leonardo, they deserve it.

- I'm sorry, Diego.
- Ah!

I resign, find yourself another sketch artist.

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