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The Alcazár of Madrid

Friday

- Philip, put it on.
- No.

- Yes.
- I do not want to.

- Do it for me.
- No.

Yes. Your Magesty...

No, I refuse.

- I am not going to sleep in that shirt.
- It is clean

- and freshly ironed.
- It is poisoned.

- Again with the...
- They want to kill me.

This again?

Give me it.

You see? I am still alive.

The shirt is perfectly fine.

Play something softer,
a "Marionas",

to lull his Magesty
to sleep.

- Feel better?
- Yes.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You can take off your masks.

Stealing paintings from a king,

one of my life's dreams.

Sincronized and edited by Chitorafa.

Chapter 17
Oil on Time

Goodbye, Sitges 2010.
Any closer in time

and we could have used
a travel agency to get there.

There is one thing that I still do not understand.

Don't tell me you don't understand
love between two men.

That is just... no, let us leave it.
No, it is with regards to that conclave...

- The Bilderberg Club.
- Yes. They have been meeting for

more than 60 years to try and better
the world and nothing.

- Why do they not stop meeting?
- That's not a bad idea.

- You've solved it.
- I should go, boys.

It's my father's Saint Feast Day and if
I'm late my mother will kill me.

Oh, I had invited you to sup
in my humble abode.

- I forgot, I'm sorry.
- Count me in.

I'll see you Monday.
Have a good weekend.

- See you Monday.
- How strange.

Amelia is not one to forget
an invitation.

Have you been spending a lot
of time with her lately?

Yes, she has come over
and Pacino, she and I

entertained ourselves
doing modern things.

- Modern things.
- Mmhm.

- I won't ask.
- Yes, well, we ate popcorn,

watched television, it was nice.

Esteemed Mr. Salvador Martí,

I am writing this letter to inform you
that I am renouncing my post

as Official Portrait Artist
for the Ministry of Time.

What lovely handwriting, Don Diego.
Rotunda?

More like mongrel.

You seem tense.

- Yes, I am going to resign.
- Again?

No, this time I am serious.

Yeah, like the last seven times.

I am fed up. They treat me
like a common pencil pusher.

- I want to return to Italy.
- You can't.

You won't go back to Italy
for 12 more years,

when you turn 50. Anything else
would change history.

I do not care.

I feel stunted, Angustias.
I want to grow as an artist.

More?

It can not be. This painting does not exist.

Is it a copy?

No, I did paint it.

But... it was lost when the
Aclazar of Madrid burned down.

In 1734.

- You've seen, too?
- Of course.

Google lets me know
when my name appears on the internet.

As always, your ego is insatiable,
Velazquez.

- Are you sure it's not a copy?
- Completely sure.

Then we have a problem.

Yes, inter-temporal
art traffickers.

We've seen this before.
We have to go immediately

to the court of Felipe V
and find out what they know.

It won't be possible
to send someone immediately.

- I could go.
- No. Are there no available teams?

- What about Amelia and her guys?
- Just got back from Sitges.

They've been working months without a break
and this weekend they have off.

- Really, I could go.
- I said no.

And Ortigosa's team?
Aren't they on call?

No, they're fixing some trade
problems with the Phoenicians.

- Was there only one team on call?
- The rest had already gone past 40 hours.

- We compensated them with days off.
- And later they'll say we're not in a recession.

I can go.
I don't mind traveling again.

Fine, but you can't go alone.

- I can accompany her.
- I said no.

Why not? They are my paintings!
You know what I say?

It would be helpful
if Velázquez came with me.

He knows all the paintings
by memory

that were destroyed when
th Alcázar burned.

- That is true.
- Fine, both of you go.

- You're letting me go on a mission?
- Yes, I'm letting you go.

You owe me a portrait.

Velázquez, where are you going?
Where are you going?

To get ready.

Please, go with him,
don't let him out of your sight.

Don't let him get into trouble.
Look around, see what's going on,

- but don't intervene.
- No, don't worry.

There are three days
until the Alcázar burns,

so that leaves us
two nights to work.

- And how many pieces?
- 40.

In the king's gallery
and part of the chapel.

We won't make it.

- What's that?
- Eh... Nothing.

One of Berruguete's saints
fell on me.

- Whose?
- For God's sake.

- It's impossible to say that name.
- Come on, try, "Berruguete".

Lola, you have to ask
Ferguson for reinforcements.

Yes, I don't know why he still hasn't
sent anyone to replace Cooper.

By the way, do you know if Walcott
is still out?

- Yes, he's sick.
- Oh.

I hope he gets better soon
because we sure could use him.

Is something wrong?

Walcott won't ever leave the hospital again.

I had no idea.

I'm sorry.

Oh, pardon.

I'm sorry, miss,
I didn't think anyone was here.

Wait, don't tell my...

Mother.

It's exquisite, mother.
As if she made it herself.

- Enric.
- It is a joke, woman.

The cook does what she can.

Your "suquet de peix" is unsurpassed.

Thank you.

- Shall I remove the plates?
- Yes, Enriqueta.

- What is for dessert?
- Buñuelos de Ampurdán

- and "carquiyolis" with the coffee.

There is nothing like celebrating your Saint day.
I just remembered, Enriqueta,

- it's your Saint day too.
- Yes, Don Enric.

Well come on, bring a bottle
of wine with the sweets

and sit with us to celebrate.

You like it, eh?

My recipe for boar
with chesnuts is very good.

- It's good, yeah.
- Yes.

Although a little strong
for a late supper, yeah?

- No, why?
- No?

I do not know.

It is a shame Amelia
did not come.

I would have liked
to hear her opinion.

On what? On the food?

And... and also other things.

Don't you value mine?

You are not a woman.

Well, no one is perfect.

Come on, let's go over the plan.

Have you brought the list
of the paintings that were lost?

- I know it by heart.
- Very good,

but if you bring a list, better.

- You are my guardian angel.
- You go too far.

Look, someone's left
a camera.

Excuse me, is this your camera?

No.
I paint, I do not cheat.

- Oh, look at you.
- If you take a look

at the pictures that are on the camera
it might give you a clue

- as to who is the owner.
- Ah, yes.

- Well, good night.
- Have a nice weekend.

Back to us. Who will we
be passing ourselves off as?

Yes, we are a married couple,

originally from Almendralejo,

that has amassed a great fortune in the Americas.

Exactly, what else?

We are visiting the King so that
he can grant us a noble title

- in exchange...
- In exchange for a painting by Velázquez,

that is to say, one of yours,

that has been in our family
as long as we can remember.

- Juan, can you bring me a coffee, please?
- I wanted to speak with you about that.

We are investigating the theft of one painting,
why take them another?

Only one of your paintinge
with gain us Philip V's favor.

There is no other way
to gain an audience.

Do you want them to steal that one too?
It is a Velázquez.

I had an idea.

Queen Elisabeth
was a lover of fine food.

She loved the cheese from her homeland.
They called it Parmesan.

- So?
- Your coffee.

Thank you.

In place of a painting
we could take her a cheese,

one of those enormous ones
that weigh a ton.

She'll make us lords.

Are you pulling my chain,
Velázquez?

Tomorrow I want you here with your painting
and without any cheese, understood?

Tell me, Enriqueta,
are you happy in this house?

Yes, sir and excuse me,
it's just that everything is so good

and I prefer
not to speak with my mouth full.

Relax and eat, Enriqueta.

Amelia, it has been a while since
you've received a letter from your fiancé.

Any word from the front?

No, mother.

Don't they allow him to write?

Sunday remind me to light a candle
for Saints Cosmas and Damian.

Yes, wife,
every little bit helps in Cuba.

Well.

- And now, dessert.
- Very good.

- Did you make it, too?
- No, they are from the supermarket.

They were on sale.

I see you're adapting well
to this time.

- In some things, yes, but in others...
- Others terrify you.

- How did you know?
- Womanly instinct, obviously.

You've met a woman, right?

Not exactly, it is not about that.

- Damn it.
- I'll grab it.

- Yes?
- Alonso Entrerrios?

Yes, I'll put him on.

It's for you.

Yes, hello.

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

- Remember you? Upon my soul I...
- Just say yes.

Yes, yes.

Sorry for calling so late.

Do you remember the eviction
of Josafina Pérez?

Yes.

I was just working on the
defense for the protestors

and I would like to know
if you have a little time free tomorrow

- to ask you a few questions.
- Tomorrow. Tomorrow?

- Tomorrow, It will be my honor...
- Yes, yes.

- Yes.
- It does not matter, she hung up.

Oh so, it wasn't a woman,
it was... a goat, a rabbit.

That is not exactly what this is about,
I would never lie to you.

And what is it about?

This Elena

is Blanca, my wife.

- You're saying they look alike, Alonso.
- No, she is identical, Julián, identical.

I can not prove it because in my time
photographs did not exist,

- but I swear to you, it is her.
- I believe you.

Does anyone else know?

Pacino.

I did not want to mention anything to you,
because I feared that my distress

would reopen your old wounds.

There are wounds that never heal,
nor should they.

We have to move forward,
Alonso.

I learned that in Cuba and the Philippines.

You do not know how happy it makes me
to hear you say those words.

Come on, let's get those desserts.

And you can tell me everything,

Saturday

Hey, careful,
that's a Velázquez.

Ay...
I am a painter, not a porter.

This way, follow me.

Here it is.

I smell cheese.

I brought a little parmesan,
just in case.

You first, Don Diego.

1734.

Here we come.

So you are from Almendralejo.

And how did you find the place
after all these year?

- The same.
- Changed.

The first challenge
in a marriage

is staying united with someone
who thinks the opposite of you in everything.

How very true.

Tell me, what brings you here?

We wish to celebrate Christmas
in Spain

- and stay here until Easter.
- A Godly person

- will always be wealthy.
- That is true.

I have heard that you bring
a painting by the great Velázquez.

I see that you admire Velázquez.

The greatest painter
this kingdom has seen.

Even Rubens said so.

Yes, Rubens admired the works
of the distinguished master from Seville.

- Did you know they met?
- I believe that the queen

would prefer to see the painting
than continue talking

- and talking about it's painter.
- Ah, yes, of course.

Eh...

It has been in our family
ever since we can remember.

It is a portrait
of a woman with a fan.

Oh, it is beautiful.

The king will love it.

It reminds me of his favorite.

The portrait of a woman with a handkerchief.

I must confess
that he loves it so much

I have even felt jealous
of that painted woman from time to time.

We would love to
behold that painting

- even just for a moment.
- Impossible.

It is in the King's
private chambers.

I will make sure this
painting reached the King.

We would like to present it to him in person
so that we can pay our respects.

The King is indisposed
and is not receiving guests.

What a shame.

We were so looking forward to it.

In Almendralejo we have a large
collection of Velázquez's works

and we had thought to present them
to his Magesty

since they could deteriorate on
our voyage back to America, is that not so?

Yes.

Fine, let us go.

You must know that the king
has been rather restless.

He suffers from meloncholic vapors
that cloud his spirit.

Lt us hope that my painting will cheer him.

- The painting, our painting.
- The one... the family one.

Are you certain that you would not like
a coffee or anything else?

No, thank you, I don't want to be a bother.

I've called you a few times
and you don't answer your phone.

- I needed to speak with you.
- Yes, it is just that...

I must travel often
for my job

and sometimes the telephone
does not function.

You must travel far.

I never leave Spain, truth be told.

Lope, Calderón, Cervantes.

You don't have a lot of books,
but they're all from the Golden Age.

It is my... my favorite time period.

I can tell. I love Cervantes,
but the others not so much.

I'm more of a 19th or 20th century woman.

I am from Seville.

Great.

And...

and you?

I'm from here, Madrid,
but my parents are from Córdoba,

Andalucians, like you,
although you don't have much accent.

No, no, but...
because... for work,

I have to spend a great deal of time away.

Yeah.

- With respect to testifying...
- Don't worry about it.

I know you aren't going to do it.

If they got you out of jail
that quickly

it's because you have important contacts,
that don't want you involved in this.

You got into a fight with the Police
to defend me without...

worrying about getting into trouble,
why did you do it?

Because I do not like to
see a lady being abused.

I could not control myself.

Thank you for helping me.

Well, I'm going, I don't want to be a bother.

You did not come here
to talk about testifying.

You knew that I would not do it.

- Yes.
- Then why?

I wanted to thank you for
defending me without even knowing me.

You are the strangest man
I have ever met, Alonso.

- And I'd like to know more about you.
- Know?

- What do you mean?
- Go out to dinner, have a drink.

- Oh.
- But only if you want.

I'm not pushy.

If you need me, just whistle.

And you say it is a Velázquez?

Without a doubt, your Magesty.
The palette of warm colors

and the light, smooth brushstrokes
are undeniably those of the master.

If you say so, good man.

Your Magesty has always been more
of a handkerchief person than a fan one.

That is exactly what I though. A good
handkerchief is all you really need.

Isabel, put it in a safe place.

Lately...

there are spirits in the Alcázar.

They watch me, they keep me awake.

And they take down the paintings
without rhyme or reason.

Spirits, your Magesty?

I am hungry!

- Bring me my boiled chicken.
- Right away.

- Do you want broth with the chicken?
- Has it been cooked...?

- Fake.
- Are you sure?

Anything else will make
me ill.

It would be best if we let
his Magesty rest.

The servants have done everything
so that your stay here

will be as pleasant as possible.

Who are you?

I'm Lola.

Lola Mendieta.

Lola Mendieta.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I didn't want to wake you.

I'll soon have plenty of time to sleep.

Thank you.

- Why are you here?
- How are you?

I've told Fergusson

that I'm going to make everything public.

My wife has taken
all the documents to a lawyer,

the documents that prove...

You don't know anything.

What should I know?

The radiation is killing me.

- What radiation?
- From the tunnel.

The system...
the teletransportation system.

It gets inside our bodies

and poisons us.

We're lab rats.

One day you'll start to bleed

and clumps of your hair

will fall out.

That day you'll know I'm right.

Help me.

Please, help me.

Travel to the past.

Travel to the past and destroy them.

Destroy them before
they destroy us all!

- Relax.
- Destroy them, please!

Help, help me please.

Please do it.

Help.

Please, leave.

Lola, do it! Please, do it!

Do it!

Mendieta! Do it!

If you want all the originals,
we need more workers.

Whatever we don't have time to get out
tonight and tomorrow

- will be lost forever.
- I'll assign two more people.

I am planning on holding the auction
next week.

That won't be enough time
to catalog all the pieces.

It'll have to be. Our clients
aren't accustomed to waiting.

They want the total experience.

Time-travel and the auction
in the 18th century, okay?

Okay.

I went to visit Walcott
in the hospital this morning.

He's convinced that
he's gotten sick...

because of us.

The cancer has metastasized
in his brain.

It's terrible.

All of his theories
have no basis.

But he can't be reasoned with.

And what about the radiation?

The emissions are within
international standards,

much less than are produced
by a simple x-ray.

Would you like to see the reports
by our engineers?

Please.

Come in.

I brought your milk.

Thank you, you can leave it there.

- Good night, miss.
- Wait.

Thank you for not
saying anything to my mother.

No, it is not important.

Is something wrong?

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

Why do you say that?

You wear trousers like some
of those women of Saint Madrona.

It's a long story,
but I like men.

Well.

- If you don't need anything else...
- Yes, actually...

I wanted to give you a present
for you Saint Day.

It's just a small thing.

It's beautiful.

Thank you so much, Miss.

- No one's ever given me a present.
- Well, it is about time.

You are a very good person.

Your fiancé will return soon
and you can get married.

- You'll see.
- My fiancé.

- Has something happened to him?
- No, no, he's just...

far away.

My mother says that distance
kills love.

But I believe that if you truly love each other,
the love never dies.

One day I will also find
the love of my life.

And I'll love him forever.

How will you know the difference between the love
of your life and someone who isn't?

That can't be explained.

You just feel it and know.

It's like... butterflies in your stomach.

And it only happens once
and it lasts forever.

- That's what they say, yeah?
- Yes.

That's what they say.
Have you ever felt that way?

The only butterflies I feel
are when I'm hungry.

My mother says that one day
I'll have a young man by my side too.

And we'll have many children.

Like you.

You'll see.

Is it truly necessary
to wear the night clothes?

We are man and wife
and if that nosy Queen

sends a servant to spy on us
it's better if she doesn't suspect anything.

Tell me, what have you found out?

The majority of the paintings
in the palace are cheap copies.

Is there any place where the paintings
could be originals?

In the Hall of the Mirrors.

The "Apollo", and
"Adonis and Venus" are there

- and the "Psyche and Cupid" that I painted.
- Those will be the next ones they steal.

We should watch them tonight.

- What a disaster.
- What's wrong now, Velázquez?

They could not have let me come
on a sadder mission.

I must make sure that my paintings are not stolen
so that they can become fuel for the flames.

Do you know how much time I dedicated to them?

- The love that I painted them with?
- I understand, really,

perfectly, but you know that
the Ministry's main objective

is that history doesn't change.

I understand history,
but

this is art history, they are
peintings that do not hurt anyone

and that the whole world could
see in museums.

What's wrong?

Does my sorrow...

bore you?

Sunday

Don Diego.

Don Diego, Don Diego.

- What?
- Eh?

- Oh, sorry!
- Eh? No, no.

- I was not trying...
- No, no, no, no...

I know, I know. Uh...

I think they knocked us out.

They will have stolen more paintings
last night.

- How?
- With gas.

This is a well organized effort
and we're going to need help.

- But where are you going?
- To see which paintings are left.

Good idea. Ernesto.

Yes, I know it's Sunday.

This mission is a difficult one.
We're going to need help.

Irene and Velázquez
are in 1734

investigating what seemed like
the theft of a single painting,

but the situation has become more complicated.

We have reason to believe that it's a
a large-scale robbery

designed to clean out
the Alcázar of Madrid.

- That's the year of the fire, right?
- Yes, causing it's total destruction.

As a matter of fact you are going to arrive
only 24 hours before the fire.

What a disappointment.

The fire is the key
to this perfect crime.

Perfect no, Ernesto.
There is no perfect crime.

- just inept police.
- Fine, almost perfect.

Night after night someone is
replacing the originals with copies,

which will burn without a trace.

So we have
to trap the thief

and recover the originals
so that they can burn

- in place of the copies, right?
Yes.

- Do you have something to say, Miss Folch?
- Yes.

It bothers me that we are working
with a imbicile like Felipe V.

They say that he ordered
that the Alcazar be burned.

Damn.
I see that you're not a fan of Felipe V.

I would like him better if he hadn't
ordered a year-long seige on my city

and systematically bombed it.

- When you put it that way...
- Anyway,

I understand that by that year
he wasn't doing much ruling.

It was Queen Elisabeth of Parma
who wore the pants.

- Why?
- Well, because the king was...

How do I say this...
off his rocker.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I have his medical file right here.

Let's see.

"Type 1 bipolar disorder,

hypochondria,
manic episodes, paranoia

eating disorders,
hallucinations,

nihilistic delusions..."
Not a pretty picture.

Mmhm, exactly. Just to be safe,
try not to upset him too much.

You leave immediately.

When you arrive at Alcázar,
report to Irene for orders.

Your Magesty, it is an honor to
present to you my daughter, Amelia

and her fiancé,
Don Alonso de Entrerríos.

My future son-in-law served with honor
under the former viceroy of New Spain

- Don Juan de Acuña.
- And young Amelia, did she know Spain?

I barely remember it,
I was very young when I left.

I hope that you like it.

Not many from the Americas
receive an invitation from the King.

I know. It is very generous
on his part, Magesty.

I can not wait to see the paintings
by the master Velázquez.

- They have not arrived yet, Magesty.
- I thought that your son-in-law brought them.

Eh... Yes, yes.

It is just that the road
from Almendralejo

is not very easy...
it is very steep.

We came on horseback,
the servants are bringing the paintings on foot.

I would never forgive myself
if the works of such a great master

suffered any incident.

I hope they do not take long.

It would be a shame

if this were to slow the process
in the Supreme Council.

For your noble
title.

Do not worry, Magesty.

The paintings will arrive at
the palace in a few days.

And who is this young man, so handsome...

- and so quiet?
- Doctor Julián Martínez,

a close friend of the family,
recently arrived from Sorbonne.

- Martínez?
- Mmhm.

Are you be related
to Doctor Martín Martínez,

- God rest his soul?
- Uh...No.

No, I do not think so. I do not think so.

Martín was our most loved
royal doctor, a great surgeon.

What is your specialty?

Balancing the humors,

the cure for melancholic vapours.

You mean to say that... they can be cured?

The vapours arise
from an excess of blood,

causing the gases
to ascend into the brain,

obstructing the blood flow.

Perhaps you could examine the King.

His Catholic Magesty
is not feeling very...

Catholic?

What did you say?

Uh... It would be an honor to examine him.

Magesty, the King has escaped.

Again?

Lord, why do you test me so?

Philip, for the love of God!

- Ah!
- Help the King!

Relax! Relax!

But, what is wrong with him?

According to historians, his magesty
sometimes believed himself to be a frog.

Get him out of the water!

Magesty, you should drink this.

"Forfosi. Larreson, le carrange..."

Robin Williams has nothing on you.
Make an effort, Magesty.

What have you given me, doctor?

It is a medicinal mixture,
it comes from France.

- Just like me.
- I know, Magesty, I know.

I loved France.

And Versailles.

"Oh, lá, lá".

With her fantastic gardens.

- Have you been?
- No, no, no.

The Alcázar of Madrid,
is the only palace I've known.

I am sorry for you.

This is a hut
compared to Versailles.

I do not think you've
visited many huts.

And why would I?

- I am the king.
- Of course.

Take another sip.

My grandfather Luis forced me to leave.

He did not want me to be a rival
to my older brother.

The last time I saw him he said:
"Be Spanish.

That is your one and
only obligation".

What insanity,
me, Spanish, when I could be French.

- And the Queen?
- Waiting outside.

- I'll have them call for her.
- Wait.

I am tired.

As you wish, Magesty.

No.

You do not understand.

I am tired of being King.

What do you mean?

I gained the throne a decade ago.

But God...

has not allowed
me to enjoy that blessing.

He took my first-born son.

A tradgedy.

And then, the Queen...

made me return.

Sometimes our responsibilities
are bigger then ourselves.

Sit.

And you, have you never felt the urge
to just leave it all behind?

I do not need an empire
to be happy.

I only need two things
in life,

a Bible...

and a woman.

- And the palace at Versaille.
- Ah...

That... too.

- One more sip?
- Yes.

Thank you.

What is bothering you, Magesty?

My husband can not stand
to be closed away in the Alcázar.

He hates Castilian architecture.

In one of his worst times
I started the Royal Visits,

almost five years
travelling around Andalucía

to make my husband happy.

- Not even that helped.
- And music does not calm him?

I want to bring Farinello
to sing for him.

Oh, "il castrato".

As a young woman, when I arrived at court,
they laughed at me because I was uneducated.

I was chosen because they believed
I was an obedient princess,

incapable of controlling
the intrigues of court.

But you are not.

If I were, this empire would
be mired in absolute chaos.

The only thing I need
is to make my husband happy...

so that I can continue to govern.

"... Moriscos".

"The Expulsion of the Moriscos",
done.

- Don Diego, we have to go.
- One... one more minute.

We can not be here standing around.

Tell me, would you give up
the opportunity to see once more

something that you had given up for lost?

If it were something that I loved very much,
well I do not know, I would try to get it back.

As loved as a child...
or a wife.

Do you know the story
of this painting?

No, but I fear
you are going to tell me.

Do not worry, I will be brief.

Let us hope.

In 1627, there was a tender
in the court of my king, Philip IV,

and various artists bid
to paint the subject.

None of my stature, of course.

One of them
was this Italian charlatan...

Carducho,
a well-connected idiot.

The prize was rich:

the position of Gentleman Usher

and enough qualifications to obtain
a title and land.

- And two years salary, a dream.
- Yes, and?

As it could not have been otherwise,

my sketch was chosen
by his magesty.

Months later,

when the king could
gaze upon it in all it's splendor,

he knew that he had made the correct selection.

All this talent,

all this effort will be lost
like tears in rain.

- It...
- Yes, Don Diego, but...

but now we have to get
back to our people.

- Good-bye, my son.
- Good-bye.

Good-bye. Come on, let us go, Don Diego.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

There are only two areas left with paintings
in the Alcázar:

the chapel and the king's gallery,
inside the great hall.

And my painting,
"The Expulsion of the Moriscos"

- Yes.
- The goal is

not to tip off the theives.

We have to intercept one
without the others knowing.

- Or they'll all come up.
- Exactly.

Amelia will watch the great hall,
me, the royal bedchamber,

and you two, the hallways
that lead to the chapel.

We don't know what their plan is.

The first one to
see the thieves,

- should advise the rest.
- And what shall I do?

We can't put you
in any danger, Velázquez.

- Salvador's orders.
- I am supposed to stay here,

and miss all the excitement,
the adventure?

Useless, like...
like Goya's "Puppet".

On the contrary.

You will be in charge
of communications,

- a vital part of this mission.
- Wonderful.

Take these.

Make sure that the batteries
are always charged.

And remember: our lives are in your hands.

Uh... How do these things work?

Then...
Am I still alive, Doctor?

Yes, your Magesty.
You can sleep unpreturbed.

Sweet dreams, my king.

Your remedy is a miracle.

You are a medical genius.

We should let him sleep.

Amelia here, in position.
Awaiting instructions.

Irene here. I'm in position.
They've all left.

Alonso here.

I have nothing to say.

- This...
- My God, Don Diego.

For the love of God.
Tell me how this goes?

- In your ear.
- I'll be there in a minute.

They're inside.

- I repeat: they're inside.
- Copy

Follow me.

They're speaking English.

It's Darrow.

ALonso, Julían, on alert.

They're headed toward Amelia.

They're here. Wait for my signal.

They're starting.

Copy.

"Velázquez here.
Have they taken any of the Velázquezes?".

- Velázquez?
- "Advise me when they take my painting".

"Don Diego,
get off the intercom".

"I can not. I am in charge
of the communications".

Well be quiet, please.

The gas has already dissapated.
You can take your masks off.

Heads up, one's leaving.
- "He's all yours, boys."

The bird is in the nest.

Stop talking about birds,
you confuse me.

Help me. He weighs a ton.

Come on.

- Is he dead?
- Unconscious.

Bring some water.

Good morning!

What are you doing here?

We know that you're replacing
the original paintings with copies.

Better they're in a museum
than in ashes, right?

- I completely agree.
- We know they're not going to a museum.

- And what do you know?
- Fine, enough.

- Where are the paintings, ruffian?
- I'm not going to tell you anything.

We'll see about that.

I am not afraid to die.

The sooner, the better.

You'll save me some suffering.

What are you talking about?

Our method
of time-travel

it's less elegant, but without a doubt
more reliable.

I have no idea what the hell he's talking about.

Enough beating around the bush.

Where are the paintings?
- Yes, exactly.

Enough beating around the bush.

Come on, run!

What was that? Can you hear me?

He pulled the trigger.

But, why did he kill himself?

Darrow's men are escaping.
"Can you hear me?"

There's no time, we have to follow them.

You no. Someone has to
watch the dead guy.

Damn. We are too late.

- Shit.
- Like always.

- Hold on. Let's open this door.
- Ghosts!

You are ghosts!

No, your Magesty. It is me, the doctor.

Alonso, give me some light.

Open your mouth.

Go on, swallow.

Now.

Now, now.

My God.

All right, ladies first.

- And Amelia?
- Wait for her.

This way.

There is no sign of the enemy.

But we've found what we're
looking for.

How magnificent.

- Astonishing.
- Extraordinary.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Congratulations, team. Good work.

- You recovered the paintings.
- But we haven't finished with Darrow.

Catching those dolts
will not be an easy job.

Don't worry too much about them.

Surely they'll cross
our path again.

And my portrait,
"Woman with Fan"?

True. What happened to
that idiot in the selfie who bought it?

Well, Ernesto is taking care of
recovering them at this very moment.

Why?

I would rather a millionare in Wisconsin
have it than for it to burn.

When you look at it that way...

Isn't that the fate that awaits it?

Like the rest of my works,
they... they are going to burn them.

Could you all go out for a moment,
please?

You too, Irene. This deserves
a private conversation.

If it makes you feel better
we aren't going to burn just your paintings.

Ah, yes.

Misery loves company...

I thought that you wouldn't dare after all.

- Put yourself in my place.
- Put yourself in mine.

I know how you feel.

But since the beginning of the mission
you knew this moment would arrive.

History says
that more than 500 paintings burned,

- and that's how it has to be.
- And it will be.

The 500 copies that are in the
Alcazar could burn.

Yes, of course, man. And we're left
with the 500 originals free and clear.

This time, you can fix this tradgedy
without changing history.

It is a great opportunity.

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

I am sorry, Diego.

Sooner or later you will regret this.

- I'll be back.
- I'm sure of it.

I have never met anyone more annoying
in all my life.

Come on,
who's up for last call?

- Last call? What does that mean?
- No idea.

Who feels like a drink
before going home?

I can't, they're expecting me.
Take care.

Is it just me or
is Amelia avoiding me?

I would not know.
I have enough problems of my own.

The cafeteria is closed.

Shall we sit here a while?

Any excuse not
to go home.

Domestic problems?

Yeah, yeah, they're still...

The memories
are still there and they're a bitch.

It's not easy to escape them.

In fact I'm thinking of
selling the house.

I, if you wish,
can offer you a cot.

It is not very comfortable,
but at least it would be a change of scenery.

Thank you.

- May I ask you a question?
- Shoot.

Pacino always said that.

You miss him, yeah?

It was nice to have company
in the house.

What did you want to ask me?

The drink that you gave to
Philip V to calm his nerves,

- what was it?
- And anti-psychotic and benzodiazepine.

- Tranquilizers.
- Oh. It is just...

I think that I should
take something like that.

Huh?

- Elena.
- Elena, Blanca

and all the souls in purgatory.

- Not even in battle have I suffered such fear.
- And what did you do then?

Well I closed my eyes,
steeled my will,

- and commended myself to God.
- Well that's not a bad plan.

Better than the tranquilizers,
I assure you.

Who's there?

Good night, Miss.

What are you doing awake?

I was hungry and
I couldn't resist the temptation.

I beg your pardon.

Give me one?

You're stealing?

Out of necessity, miss.

My mother is very ill
and we don't have money for medicine.

You could have asked me for the money.

- I was ashamed.
- And you're not ashamed to steal?

It would be best if when my parents
awake you are no longer in this house.

- You're throwing me out?
- You've broken our trust.

I lied for you.

That is very different.

You mother would not like to know
that you wear trousers under your skirt.

Tell her.

And also tell her
that you tried to take the silver.

What will I do now?

What will happen to my family?

Take this.

The rest of your monthly pay.

And now, leave.

Come in.

Boss, you have a visitor.

They must be very important
for you to announce them.

You aren't going to believe it.

Long time, no see, Salvador.

You haven't aged.

You either, Lola.

How did you get here?

Through a door.

I know of more doors than you
at the Ministry.

Yeah, of course.

- Coffee.
- No thanks, very kind of you.

Being kind is the least I can do...

since I'm going to imprision you
for life later.

No you won't.

You seem sure of yourself.

I'm going to make you an offer
you can't refuse.

I'm sorry, but...

your nose is bleeding.

Thank you.

- Are you well?
- Perfectly.

I think I'll accept
that coffee.

And why should I believe you?

I want to end Darrow.

And I'm offering you Ferguson's
head on a plate.

Sounds too good to be true.

And why would I lie to you?

I've entered into the lion's den.

But knowing you long history
of many betrayals

I am not surprised you
want to end your own people.

They are not mine...
just like I am not anyone's.

Right.

But why risk your life
to help us?

I've been risking my life
for many months now.

Also, I want to ask
a favor in return.

Ah, of course, I understand.

Don't destroy the original works of
art from the Alcázar.

Do you want them to decorate your living room?

I want them to stay here,
in the Ministry,

under your care.

Fine, I accept.

You liquidate Darrow...
and I'll save the paintings.

- Just one more thing.
- Name it.

You know that I wasn't happy

that you copied part
of the Book of Doors

that burned in the synagogue.

Those unregistered doors...

have caused us more than one problem
day in and day out.

I propose a treaty with respect to them.

From now on, if you don't mind,
it will stay in my posession.

One never knows when
if might be useful.

Mmhm.

I hope I don't regret it.

- You won't.
- Mmhm.

And when do you plan to end Darrow.

Right now.

If you're not too busy...

May I use your desk,
please?

What else?

And I'm sorry, but I don't
think you should be seen on screen.

Where have you been?
I thought you had died.

That would make your life easier,
right?

What happened to the mission?
Do you have the paintings?

"I'm going to answer your
second question first.

The paintings are here,
in the Ministry of Time."

And the mission...

- is over.
- "What are you talking about?"

You promised me the art.

What am I going to tell
the buyers?

You can tell them
that Darrow is done,

that the trips in time
are over...

and you won't be sacrificing any more employees.

"No company is worth more
than the life of a human being"

Look at the reports, for God's sake.

I told you
that Walcott was loco, crazy

"All he told were
lies, lies."

- What will I see next?
- "Are you still there?"

You are the liar, you son of a bitch.

Lola, Lola. No, no, no!

"You won't lie again.

I held up my end of the deal.

Now it's your turn, Salvador."

Shit.

I said I would return
and here I am.

- A man of your word.
- I resign.

- Find yourself another sketch artist.
- Listen to me...

- It is irrevocable.
- No, sit down...

- I do not belong here, I am no one.
- LIsten to me for once, damn it!

Let's see.

I've been considering
your petition to save the artwork

and after some serious meditation
on what you said

I'm convinced,
you're right, Velázquez.

We aren't going to destroy them.

Are you being serious?

Of course.
They will stay at the Ministry.

So that paper
is worthless now.

I am happy that my arguments
have made you change your mind.

Once again

you have been essential
to the history of art.

Elena?

Well, here's the place.

As you can see,
it has ample light.

Through here we have,
the master bedroom.

Mother of God in Heaven.
But, what are you doing?

What do you think, silly?

The Hatless Ones.

Women belonging to
the Generation of '27.

Forgotten by history.

You followed me to the Ministry?

I borrowed
your book of the doors

and I've made a grave mistake.

Who left this open?

"Until next time,
Bye from Nexus 6"

Is that him?

There are many things about my past
that I do not know.

In Madrid, in the '80s there was

a rash of babies being stolen
shortly after birth.

I've treated you like a queen,
little girl.

We are traveling to your time
and your city.

Is there no danger of
running into another you?

How is it possible that the
young woman we've seen

will end up changed into
such a monster?

If you don't let me go,
I'll kill the boy. I'll kill him.

Agents, time is running out
and we've got nothing.

Do you have children?

Or cooperate with us,

or you are going to experience sensations
you have never felt before.

The Entrerríos Method never fails.

It could be my fault
that the vampire exists.

I can forgive you any mistake
except giving up.

We need you.

Ah!

To seperate a child from it's own
mother is the worst of all crimes.

It's a subject
I know about first hand.

- Tell me your name.
- Salvador.

What the hell is this Nexus 6 thing?

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