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Year 1212

Constanza.

You will be the wife of one of the most
powerful knights in the kingdom.

Your father wants what's best for you.

Don Fadrique is well considered
by the Laras.

Which is the same as saying by the king.

Any woman would be proud
to be in your place.

Stop crying, Constanza.

Today is your wedding day.

You should be happy.

Do you hear me?

Happy.

Please.

The Lady is running away! Guards!

Constanza ran away.
I'm sorry, my Lord.

Do not worry, she won't go far.

This is cat food.

You've been scrubbing and now you're
grabbing the steak with your bare hands.

You're grubby as hell

Look at me, I'm talking to you

-And this one... Where has she come from?
-Where...? Where am I?

Good God, what a nutcase.

You are right, I will go with you

Stop in the name
of the Lord of these lands.

Why are you still here?
I told you to run away.

-Not without you.
-No, I can't.

-My father is forcing me to get married.
-To someone you don't love.

Leave, I'm begging you.
If you stay, Fadrique will kill you.

If I leave without you,
it will be the sorrow that will kill me.

You are right, I will go with you.

"Stop in the name
of the Lord of this land".

Julián!

A dance?

Yes.

So many things have happened...

What's wrong?

She's going to kill herself.

Hey!

Wait! Don't do it!

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Until Time Do Us Part

20 Hours Earlier

Good God, those were some bulls.

Ortigosa, man, If I didn't get ahead
of that bull,

- there would be no wedding tomorrow.
- Next time I say:

"I want to run in front of a bull",
stop me, please.

You jumped the fence as soon as you
saw the bulls, rascal.

- Where's Velázquez?
- Eh?

- He was right behind us.
- Exactly.

He must have stayed in the last bar.
He was sloshed.

Do not tell me that you were
keeping company with an infidel.

-No, it's not that Alonso.
-No?

-Where were you? I didn't see you running.
-On Ernesto's balcony.

- Ernesto didn't come.
- Ernesto, the foreigner.

He gives one hell of a chat,
good grief.

Where's my room?

Not here, my friend.

I will take care of it.
That way I can look for Velázquez.

Come on, Mr. Hemingway.
It's time to sleep.

Of course.

- Eh!

- Eh!
- You scamp!

Ay, ay, ay...

Come on.

Let's have the last one drink
at the Rockola night club in 1981.

Tonight's Nacha Pop.

- It's on Ortigosa.
- No, no no, I have to get married.

To the most beautiful woman in the world.

- Tell me that in a few years.
- You don't know how I envy you.

- Let's go have a coffee.
- I don't feel like it.

I do. Come with me.

- Hey.
- Friends.

Go on.

- See you, man.
- Wait, where are you going?

This way.

Natalia and Ortigosa
Are getting married!

- What's with you and Elena?
- Nothing.

You could have fooled me.

- Weren't things going better?
- Yes.

They were going better,
but now it seems they have stopped.

Why? You invited her to the wedding.
You asked Salvador for permission.

I should not have.

Yesterday she said she had reconsidered
and she would rather not come.

I do not understand
all this back and forth.

Nor why love hurts like
a dagger through the heart.

I love her, Julián.
I want to be with her,

spend the time I have
left to live with her,

I want to have children with her.

But I think I will never get used
to the women of this time.

In my time you told a woman what she had to do and she did it.

Sure, before
they were slaves and housemaids

and they married
because their fathers forced them.

Don't tell me you would prefer that
to having a woman with you for love.

But Elena does not love me.

Don't be dramatic, Alonso.
Of course she loves you.

Think, man, going to the wedding
with you and meeting your friends...

fuck, it's a major step.

I do not understand you at all.

She's afraid of commitment, Alonso.

Or what do I know, I don't know her.
Maybe I'm wrong.

No, you know the women
of this time better.

Yeah.

Julián.

- I need to ask you for a big favour.
- Tell me. Anything.

You have to teach me
how to tie my necktie.

Of course,
Mister Alonso de Entrerríos.

Where's José?
José, come here.

Yes, please.

Let us borrow your necktie, we are
going to teach Alonso how to knot it.

Year 1212

Why are you still here?
I told you to run away.

- No, not without you.

I can't.

-My father is forcing me to get married.
-To someone you don't love.

Leave, I'm begging you. If you
stay here, Fadrique will kill you.

If I leave without you,
it will be the sorrow what will kill me.

You are right, I will go with you.

Stop! In the name
of the Lord of this land.

We are right on time, my lord.

Arrest him.

Ay...

This outfit has so little glamour.

Though there is a good thing about it.

- It's nice and loose?
- Exactly.

This way, when I come back
two kilos heavier, no one will notice.

I haven't arrived in Tordesillas yet
and I'm already salivating.

Those sweets will be my undoing.

Give my regards to Sister Flora.

Of course.

Don't you have a better place to spend
your days off than that abbey?

I promised them I'd be back
and they're so nice...

Sure, girl, but you'll miss the wedding.

You don't know how happy that makes me.

Weren't you happy at yours?

Yes, very, but later the marriage
was hell.

And that's what matters.
So be careful,

because new couples always
get together at weddings.

Mind you, you have to
tell me everything, eh?

I might not like weddings,
but I do like gossip.

Especially yours.

Ay, looking that pretty
you'll break more than one heart.

Look at her, what a decolletage.

It could do me some good
to let loose, truth be told.

What a useless garment, for God's sake.

What are you doing here?

Wow.

I expected a: "You look lovely, dear".

What?

- Trouble with your necktie?
- No, no.

Go on, come here.

Aren't you going to ask me
why I've changed my mind?

- Eh...
- Well I'll answer anyway.

I've come because I want to be with you.

I like you.

And that's why I have doubts,
because I like you too much.

I barely know you, Alonso.

I'm scared that it won't work out later on.

That we'll get hurt.

Done. So handsome.

By my side, you will never be afraid.

I swear to you.

- Is there something wrong?
- Eh?

No, no, just lost in thought.

Ernesto, do you know why
we are happy at weddings

and we cry at funerals?

Because we aren't the person involved.

- Good quote.
- It's not mine, it's Mark Twain's.

Although I disagree with
the first part.

To me, weddings bring memories that hurt.

- If you want, I can go instead of you.
- No, no, no.

It's best if you stay here on call.

- It doesn't look like you and weddings get along.
- No, no, no, of course.

These weddings always end with a
kiss, like in old movies.

But love isn't everlasting.

I'm sure that if they filmed
the sequel to those movies,

most of the main characters
would be divorced.

Good quote too, whose is it?

- Mine.
- Oh.

I must be the exception that...
that proves the rule.

Oh, by the way, are the fireworks
for the wedding ready?

Yes, they're just waiting to be lit.

They were very cheap, I brought them from 1962,

from a Valencian explosives expert,
a friend of the Ministry.

- Salvador, you look very dapper.
- I do what I can.

By the way, Ernesto,

how are things going with your son?

Well, very well. I'm having
dinner with him tomorrow.

I'm glad to hear that.
Emotional intelligence and empathy.

You can get everything with that.

Ok, people, let's get ready.
The minibus is here.

Some people are lucky.

Don't complain, the stag party
was the best part.

So? Ready for a very special day?

I've got no choice.
Did you locate Velázquez?

Yes. He will go on his own.

Hello.

You look beautiful.

Now, people, please.
Pay attention for a moment.

Everyone listen to me,
this is very important.

There will be civilians at the wedding,
like the bride's family, from this time.

Alonso will bring a plus one.
Her name is Elena and she's a lawyer.

So don't let anything slip, we know
what happens with a free bar.

- Free bar?
- I'll explain later.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's go upstairs,

only the bride should arrive
late. Please

Year 1212

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Please, let him go.

I repeat, what will you give
me in return? Will you love me?

- Ah!
- Aren't my tears enough?

Don't cry for me.

Don't waste even one of your tears
in front of that coward.

Nobody dares to call me a coward.

You are a coward, lord of this land.

If you weren't,
you would duel with me

for Constanza's love.

Set him free.

If that's what he wants, why not?

That speaks about his bravery.

- Give him a sword.
- No.

No, no, for God's sake.

Step aside, Constanza.

Every man, even the most despicable one,
deserves a chance.

May God guide the hand and the sword
of the righteous to victory.

If that is him, God will help him.

The winning sword is held
by the stronger arm.

If you fight, you are a dead man.

I'm already a dead man.

If I'm going to die,
I'll die with dignity.

Not as a thief.

Step aside, please.

May the Almighty decide
who will marry this lady.

It looks like the Almighty
was on my side.

My Lord. Don't kill him.

Let him live, for God's sake.

Duels between knights...

are to the death.

No!

My love, why did you do it?

To look into your eyes...

until the end of my days.

It's time to go back home.

I think I have everything,

- the handkerchief, the ring...
- You're perfect.

Excuse me. Salvador.

Congratulations, boy.

It was about time
you settled down.

- How are you doing?
- Irene.

Only you would get married
in a castle.

Yes, and lucky for us
it wasn't the one in Huesca.

Natalia wanted
a fairytale wedding, so...

I hope it's a ghost-free castle.

Don't worry, these days the ghosts
are in the Senate,

not in castles.

Orti, Orti... gosa.
Come on, everybody.

- My brother-in law.
- I know.

And friend, and friend.
What a hot blonde.

- Aren't you going to introduce us?
- Come on, let's go.

Excuse us. Come on, go, go.

And this loser?

There's an asshole
at every wedding.

Good God,
what a woman.

- There's no doubt Alonso has good taste.
- No doubt at all.

Hello. Eh... Elena,
Salvador Martí, my boss.

- Irene Larra, also my superior.
- Pleased to meet you.

- It's a pleasure.
- Likewise.

- Allow me.
- You have a very pretty boss

Not as pretty as his girlfriend.

No, well snap out of it, or you
go back to working as a telemarketer.

Hi, hello.

I'm Claudia, the wedding planner.
Welcome.

Can you take a seat, please?

The wedding what?

We are gathered here today...

to join Natalia and Alberto
in matrimony.

First of all, congratulations

for deciding to take the big step

that is joining your lives.

On your journey you will find

both moments of great happiness

and situations that will test
your strength.

"Ego cojundo vos in matrimonium.

In nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritu Sancti, amen".

I, Alberto Ortigosa,

take you, Natalia, as my wife.

I promise to love and cherish you,
for richer or for poorer,

in sickness and health,

all the days of my life.

Deuteronomy 7:13.

And he will love you,

and bless you, and increase your numbers

He will bless the fruit of your womb,
and the crops of your land,

your grain, new wine,

olive oil,

the calves of your herds

and the lambs of your flocks,

in the land he swore
to your ancestors to give you.

And I promise to love

and cherish you,
for richer and for poorer,

in health and in sickness

all the days of my life.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss.

Take it easy, Orti,
she's my sister.

Petals?

Throw them when the bride and
groom get here.

Never on the carpet.

- Petals?
- Thank you.

Ay!

- You have to throw them in that direction.
- Okay.

- If you don't, the carpet will be ruined.

How interesting. In Ancient Rome
they threw wheat grains.

- Really?
- Yes.

At my wedding they threw rice.

My co-workers almost blinded me.

- Are you okay?
- If I told you yes, would you believe me?

- No.
- There you go.

- Shall we go with the others?
- Let's go.

If you need to talk,

I'm better at listening to other's
troubles than talking about my own.

Well, the worst is over.

You never know.

The best part of a wedding
is the reception.

You can't deny it.

I like the weddings of old best.
They are more dignified.

- You're so old-fashioned.
- You could say that.

Well, what did you think
of bride's dress?

- It was a little low-cut.
- Was it?

Do you have a match or a lighter?

- I didn't know you smoked.
- In private,

a cigarrette once in a while.

It's just that the Ministry's gift
to the newly-weds

is a firework display.

- And you want me to light them.
- Later,

- when they bring in the wedding cake and all that.
- Very well.

Hi.

Isaac. Isaac Vila.
Natalia's brother, remember?

We met at my sister's birthday.

I showed you some apps
and we had a laugh.

- I hadn't recognized you.
- Yeah, well,

I'm a bit fatter; the divorce.

I barely eat, you know?
But just a pear makes me get fat.

It's okay, this way I can focus
more on photography.

I'm an architect,
I have a pharmacy... my parents do.

Sorry to hear that.
About the divorce, I mean.

It's nothing.

You, however,
look wonderful, you know?

Give me two kisses, won't you?

- They're coming out.
- Yeah, eh...

- Here's to the bride and groom!
- Hurray!

- Thank you, really.
- Thank you.

But, what is this bullshit
with the flowers?

Come on, have some rice, man,
left over from a paella.

Give him rice, Catalina.

Flowers are for wasps,
like they say.

- To the happy couple!
- Beautiful!

Beautiful!

-Lovely!
- To the happy couple!

In his eyes. In his face!

- Long live the happy couple!
- To the bride and groom!

- To the happy couple!
- Hurrah!

- We're going to take a selfie.
- Come on.

- Photo.
- Good.

"What's up kids?

This morning I got up,
I peed..."

- Marisa.
- Ernesto.

What are you doing here?

Relax, I'm not here
for work stuff.

- Oh, no?
- No.

It's something... personal. Well,
it's a little professional too.

You're still as contradictory
as Unamuno.

I came to celebrate something.

I'm the new liason between
the Prime Minister and this Ministry.

Susana Torres's replacement?

Exactly.

Oh. Well, then...

This glass has a hole in it.
Pour me another, will you?

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

By any chance, do you
have a safetly pin?

Did you rip something?

My slacks are coming unsewed a bit,
but you can't really tell.

- We could go ask if anyone has one.
- No, don't worry about it.

- I'm Irene.
- Rocío.

- Nice to meet you.
- The pleasure's mine.

Are you a friend of Natalia?

- Yes, and we went to school together.
- A nurse, how nice.

So you can take care of me,
if there's any need.

Well, if it's necessary, whatever
you need.

Well, well, well.
Two beautiful ladies on their own.

Lucky me.
Look, this is for you.

Thank you, I already have a glass of cava.

Come on, woman, don't do this to me.
It's cost me an arm and a leg.

- What about you?
- I'd rather not mix drinks.

Oh, what a bore.

Sorry.

- What did you say to him?
- Enough for him to leave us alone.

You have to teach me the secret,
because it worked.

Whenever you want, but better
somewhere where no one will hear us.

Excuse me.
Irene, Velázquez just called.

He's lost. Did Ortigosa give us
a map to get here?

- Of course, I sent it to the driver.
- Mmhm.

I'll leave you two to sort it out.

And later you can tell me
what you told that loser.

Whenever you want.

- Do you want champagne?
- No, no, thank you.

Thanks. I'll forward it to Velázquez.

Done. I don't know if this is any good,
I don't understand these things, but...

it's the only thing I found
in the cafeteria.

- Don't worry, it'll work.
- Alright.

Then... to my new boss.

Because we'll have more
to celebrate working together.

Cheers.

What's wrong?

I hope that...

Nothing, just lost in thought.

I know what you're thinking.

You think this is another political
manoeuvre against Salvador.

You can rest easy.

I'm not an upstart,
like Susana Torres was.

I will simply help you
keep all of this in order.

Alright.

Then that deserves another toast.

Agreed.

- To the Ministry.
- To the Ministry.

Well, it's just that he never
tells me anything about his job.

That's normal, it's very boring, right?
Just bureaucracy.

Boring, paperwork, more paperwork...

He's so secretive I thought
he might be a spy.

What a disappointment.

And you haven't thought about looking
for a more exciting job?

I say this with all due respect, eh?

Well yeah, maybe we should,

- something more exciting.
- Yes.

Anyway, I'm sure there must
be some office romances,

to break the monotony.

Well, you should ask
Ortigosa and Natalia about that.

No, I meant you.

- Us?
- Us? Not us.

- No, no no.
- No way.

- Not Julián and I.
- Not at all.

I don't care. You actors have
to enter through the service door.

I've told you that already, yeah?
Come on, go.

- Are you having a good time?
- Yes, quite.

- Is there going to be a show?
- Yes, a re-enactment

- of this castle's legend.
- Legend? What legend?

The legend of young Constanza,

who married Don Fadrique
back in 1200.

Don Fadrique of Villaespesa?

- Yes. Do you know about him?
- Well, he was one of the heroes

in the Battle
of las Navas de Tolosa.

He fought with the Laras
and with Alfonse VIII.

Then he was a great man, wasn't he?

Well, the legend doesn't
paint him as such.

- What does the legend say?
- If she tells us,

it'll be a spoiler
for the show.

A what?

- Tell us, tell us.
- Well, I'll summerize.

The lord of this castle

fell in love with a young woman
named Constanza.

The father of the damsel
pledged her to this lord

in order to lift his family
out of poverty.

But she was in love with a young shepherd.

Typical.

And what happened to the two lovers?
Did they run away?

Well, they tried,
but had no luck.

Leave, I'm begging you.

If you stay here,
Fadrique will kill you.

If I leave without you,
it will be the sorrow that will kill me.

To which Constanza replied:

"You are right.

I will leave with you.

Stop in the name
of the lord of these lands",

threatened don Fadrique.

The young man, Sancho, had never held
a sword in his life,

but he challenged don Fadrique
to a duel for Constanza's love.

How foolish. If that Fadrique
was really a hero,

- he had no chance.
- Exactly.

"It seems the Almighty
was on my side.

My lord, don't kill him.

Let him live, for God's sake.

A duel between knights
is always to the death."

He grabbed his sword,

And he drove it
into Sancho's chest.

The end.

And Constanza married that bastard.

That's what the legend says.

But on her wedding night she ran away.

Ran away? Where?

To her end.

- Oh, it's time for the reception.
- What happened to the lady?

She threw herself from the battlement.

But don't take it too seriously,
it's just a legend.

Yes, yes, I'm listening.

We need to get going inside, eh?

Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss!

- Kiss!
- Long live the bride!

- Here, here!
- Long live the happy couple!

All right, we wanted to thank you all
for being here with us

on such an important day.

It means a lot to us,
thank you so much.

And well, that's it, now..
start eating.

- Come on.
- Long live the groom!

- Here, here!
- Look for your seat.

- The names are on the tables.
- Long live the bride!

- I've finally found myself.
- Shall we sit?

Yes, please.

- Hello.
- How are you doing?

I still remember the fight
I had with my wife

over assigning seats to the guests
at our wedding.

- Our first marital crisis.
- Well, it's not easy.

What?

I'm the lucky bride's brother.
I've already tasted the menu.

We are going to stuff ourselves.
Do you like the castle or what?

It's my servant's.

No, but well, man,
it's cool and all that, right?

Hey.

Hey, you finally made it.

- Great, they seated us together.
- Oh, how exciting.

- Thank you.
- Ay, I woke up

suffering from a horrible headache.

One of my usual migraines.

- The hangover from yesterday.
. Yes, I was thinking the same thing,

but they say that beer
cures a hangover.

but I drank two this morning
and I feel the same.

-Then it must be a migraine.
- Sure.

Boy! A beer.

What is the bride's dowry?

Velázquez, please,
it's the 21st century.

My wife's dowry was a house
worth 1200 ducats.

plus 500 in household goods,
I didn't do too badly.

And your wife's?

My wife gave me something
worth more than a dowry.

What?

40 years worth of happiness.

I think they've forgotten me.

No, no way; look,
they've put you here.

Rocío.

How strange.

If you want to take it up
with the wedding planner

I'm sure she can put you
with your friends.

No, I came by myself.

Here will be good.

Anyway, over here I don't
have to talk to that loser...

- Of course.
- Long live the happy couple!

Here here!

Hey.

A toast to the happy couple!

What a sad story,
you finally meet your son

and he tells you, nice to meet you,
but he doesn't need you.

The truth is never sad,
it is only immutable.

- Serrat.
- Yes.

Marisa, thank you
for thinking of me.

Don't give me too much credit.
I didn't have anyone else.

After we ended it,
you never had another relationship?

Yes, with another agent.

Ramón was his name.

He went on a mission
with Hernán Cortés and never came back.

After you and him I decided

that I wouldn't get involved
with someone from the MInistry again.

I married my work
and just my work.

Yes, the same thing
happened to me.

The thing is, sometimes

I like to remember
the people I've loved.

In the end, only the
good memories are left.

In that way, I'd like to be like you.

I only remember the bad ones.

We're going to have to
go for another bottle.

At your orders, boss.

No, Salvador, truthfully.

I consider...

Allow me... to speak freely.

You are wrong.
You're wrong.

Because... Because Venus...

Let me see, God... No.

Love is the child of beauty

capital B.

Like Cupid is the son of the Venus.
And I think

that the... the... the myths,
we have to humanize them.

Let's talk about humanizing the myths,
because Venus is in...

Nothing is more beautiful than any...

italian mother.
Venus is in every woman.

- All of them.
- Diego, Diego. Diego!

Diego, would you calm down a bit,
please?

- I can't take him anywhere.
- You work with really strange people.

Huh, you can not imagine.

- Princess!
- Long live the happy couple!

Don't come over here. Don't come here.

Leave me... Get off of me.
Leave me alone.

As a child I danced,
I danced so well.

The Philharmonic wanted...
Careful.

The Vienna Philharmonic
wanted me to join.

In the... the dance section.

But of course, just then,
I screwed up my knee.

Tore my ACL.

So I had to give up dance,

and I had to give up playing
for Real Madrid, too,

I was in training,
for Real Madrid,

Camacho was training me.

But it's ok,
at least I got to study.

- Is something wrong?
- No.

No, I was thinking about
th girl from the legend.

She did not have such a happy wedding.

Please.

The lady is escaping! Guards!

Look at me, I am talking to you.

And her... where did she come from?

It would be my pleasure.

Stay here, quiet and calm.

Why are you still here?
I told you to flee.

- Not without you.
- Me? I can not.

- My father is forcing me to marry.
- A man you do not love.

Leave, I beg you.

If you stay here,
Fadirique will kill you.

If I go without you,
my sorrow will kill me.

You are right, I will go with you.

Stop in the name
of the lord of these lands.

Why are you still here?
I told you to flee.

- Not without you.
- Me? I can not.

- My father is forcing me to marry.
- A man you do not love.

Leave, I beg you.

If you stay here,
Fadirique will kill you.

If I go without you,
my sorrow will kill me.

You are right, I will go with you.

Julián!

Dance?

Yes.

I wanted to talk to you.

I've been trying to do that since
I got back, but you haven't let me.

I'm sorry.

So many things have happened that...

What's going on?

Hey! Wait, don't do it!

There she is.

- But, isn't this girl...?
- Constanza.

No, do not approach me, demons.

We're not demons,
we're normal people.

- We just want to help, alright?
- No. You can not help me.

No one can help me.

- She is flesh and blood.
- What would she be, styrofoam?

- I mean, she's not a ghost.
- The legend has come true.

Who are you?
What legend do you speak of?

Don Fabrique is after you, right?

How do you know?

Where...? Where am I?

- Far from home.
- How did you arrive here?

Through a hidden door.

Through a devil's door.

If she found the door,
the guys after her can, too.

We have to warn Salvador and Alonso
right away.

Shit. I left my phone
on the table. Fucking hell.

There is no sign of her.

This is the devil's work.

Do not be stupid.

There must be an explaination.

There is a breeze.

And it is coming...

from here.

Come on...

Come with me...

or I swear it will be me
and not the devil you should fear.

Cowards.

Come on...

Let's go, we can't stay here.

No. No, no, no.
If he sees me, he will kill me.

- You and everyone else.
- Come with us.

You will be safe.

Look. It's my face on
Antonio Banderas's body,

it's an app that's out.
I've been doing this all afternoon.

There are 1000 possible combinations,
anything you want.

Attention. Attention, please.

Now you will see
a re-enactment

of the legend
of Constanza and Don Fadrique.

Turn off your phones, please?

- What a drag.
- Let the show begin.

Cue the actors.

Constanza!

Where is my Constanza?

Who is this? They weren't hired.

Where is my wife?

And they say that Spanish actors
are no good...

A little over-acted, don't you think?

There has not been anything worth
watching since the Golden Age.

If one of you is
trying to hide her...

I'd like to know what
you are playing at.

We hired...

Silence!

Look in the dining room.

Under the tables.

If anyone opens their mouth,
slit their throat.

There you go, buddy,
look at this guy's teeth.

Those clothes, those swords...

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yes.

This is not
a re-enactment.

What it that device?

I've always wanted to see an actor
do that when one rings in the theater.

- Do you want me to intervene?
- No.

Better to keep quiet.

- Where is my wife?
- And Irene?

I will cut off the head
of anyone who applauds again.

Seems like they're enjoying
the play at the reception.

Well I have an idea how
we can enjoy ourselves, too.

- Is something wrong?
- It's just...

It's the first time I've done it.

With a woman?

No.

In the restroom.

Well there has to be
a first time for everything.

They are alive.

- Where is my wife?
- It's him. He's here.

- He found the door.
- He will be afraid and wanting to return.

Maybe, if we talk to them,
they will see reason.

I don't think talking to them
will make any difference.

- What are you looking for?
- A phone.

- Here's one.
- Good.

- Do you know the Ministry's number?
- Yes.

- Ok.
- What are you talking about?

- What is this thing? I do not understand.
- I'll explain everything shortly.

- They won't get here in time.
- They will, if I can buy some time.

What are you going to do?

- Talk to this Fadique guy.
- He will kill you.

He is a souless killer.

Don't worry, you won't go back with him.

Amelia, here. Take this lighter
and do what I tell you to do.

Ok?

Where could she be hiding?

She is not here, my lord.

What are you thinking about?

About how many bottles
we'd have to drink

before we got up the courage...

to kiss.

Ah, I thought that you'd
never get around to it

Well you could have started.

- Oh.
- No, no, no. Don't answer it.

No, no, no. But I don't know who it is.

Damn.

Shit. Shit, hold on.
Wait a minute, let's see.

- "Yes?"
- We need help.

What's going on?

There is a time door
in the castle.

- This isn't a joke, is it?
- "No, no, it's not a joke."

What kind of help?

Armed help.
It's a feudal lord from the 13th century.

Call Spínola.

Hold on.

Hold on a moment.

I am afraid
he is arriving at Ostende.

I'll see what I can do.

Problems?

Big ones.

Tell us where you have hidden Constanza.

Or suffer the consequences.

No one will tell me
where my wife is?

Very well.

Then you will see
that I am a man of my word.

Her.

- Enough!
- God, it's just a play.

One more step and you are dead.

They say that you are a knight.

But a knight would not attack
defenseless people.

Kill him.

Fadrique!

Hey, wow, the dread pirate Roberts.

Touch that man
and you will burn in hell.

How do I know your name?

I... know everything.

- This isn't a play, is it?
- No, it is not.

You, Fadrique, have killed
a poor shephard named Sancho

so that you could steal
away his love, Constanza.

And now you are threatening
to kill more innocent people.

Does this seem like
the honorable behavior

of a man devoted to God?

It can not be.

- You could not know all that.
- Nvertheless, I do.

And I know that just as God sent
a rain of sulfer and flame

upon Sodom and Gomorrah
to condemn their evilness...

so too will he do the same
to this ungodly place.

The sky will open to reveal
a fire storm

of 1000 colors.

You will be reduced to ashes
for what you've done.

No. I do not believe you.

That is not necessary.

You only have to look to the sky.

Let the sky burn!

Let the sky burn!

Let the sky... burn!

Mother fucker.

At last.

Let the sky burn, damn it!

The devil incarnate.

The Lord is punishing us.

Let us go.

But we will not go alone.

I have lost one wife,

but I have just gained another.

Long live the happy couple!

Come on!

I just mopped!

Leave, quickly.

We must seal the door
to this hell.

- Nuño is missing.
- Nuño! Nuño!

Nuño will not be coming.

- I want to speak with you.
- Alonso.

Do not worry,
soon we will go back home.

Return from where you came
while you still have time.

If you are so brave, why not
duel with me?

For her. To the death.

Do you know how many duels
I have fought in my life?

However many, it is clear
that you have been the victor.

If you are so skilled with a sword,
one more duel will not matter.

- Are you insane?
- Relax, this will be over shortly.

On that we can agree.

You are so bereft of honor

that you do not even
respect the basic rules of a duel.

The only rule of a duel
is that the loser die.

I have extraordinary reflexes.

Finish it. Kill a
defenseless man.

A duel to the death between
knights, is to the death.

But you do not deserve to be
treated like a knight.

I hope that you succeed in the Battle
of Las Navas de Tolosa,

as history says.

And I hope that King Alfonse's
men are better than you.

Las Navas de Tolosa?
There has been no battle there.

But there will be.

Now leave.

Out.

Who are you, Alonso?

I will tell you everything, but now
we have to leave here, come on.

I'd rather wait for you outside.

I forgave that worm his life.

- Even though I wanted to crush him.
- You did well.

Nobody move.

My men are outside waiting.
Where should we go?

Spínola, you're late.
Everything's over.

And why was I not told?

Why do you even have
those damn... telephones?

I left Ostende
in chaos...

If that Bucquoy manages
to open the damn dyke

we are all going to be sorry.

Nice, nice, another actor.
The fun never stops, huh?

Where did you find that suit,
man? Marvin the Martian, right?

- And who is this feckless toad?
- Someone had to do it.

If you do not need me after all,
I will return to Ostende.

Gentlemen.

Has something happened?

It seems that the
show is over.

Yes, and you don't know what you missed.

In the end, it's was...

how do I say this,
a somewhat... medieval wedding.

Yes, yes. Very well.
And... sorry for all that happened.

Ok, I'll wait for you here.

Tell me, how did it go?

Badly, very bad, but it could've been
worse, so we won't complain.

- You'll send me a report about it?
- Of course.

- See you.
- Yeah.

Marisa.

Yes?

Just...

if the phone hadn't rang...

I agree.

But it did ring.

And maybe that's best thing
that could have happened.

- You think?
- I don't know.

- But fate is what it is.
- Yes.

And it's shit.

Go on, take care of yourself.

Who would have thought there was
a time door in a castle?

Just our bad luck.

Yes.

We can't complain.

All the guests
that weren't employees

thought that it was
a theatrical re-enactment.

It helped
that most of them were plastered.

That's for sure

Because you would have to be nuts
to believe that was a play.

Not even the actors on the BBC
have that range or veracity.

What worries me is... Constanza.

Returning her to her time
isn't an option.

Fadrique will be waiting for her.

And she'll end up throwing herself
off the battlement.

- How terrible to be a woman in that age.
- That one and many others.

You don't have to travel far
to see it.

Excuse me. I've heard about Ortigosa's
wedding. How is everyone?

As well as can be expected.

Oh, thank God.

Well, I'm going to change and I'll help
with whatever you need.

Hold on, Angustias.

Angustias, don't change.

We just might have a new
novice for the convent.

Incoming Call
Rocío Wedding

- Something important?
- Huh?

No, no, no. Personal business.

Hello?

I'll call you later.

You'll be surrounded
by some wonderful women.

And you'll eat wonderfully.

Come on, it's through here.

Careful, it's a bit hot.

Damn microwave from hell...
I can not make it work.

- I press the button for..
-Alonso.

I couldn't care less about
the microwave right now.

There are two sentences I hate
most in this life.

One is "this isn't what it looks like"
and another is "we need to talk".

Both of them work right now.

I think we need to talk,

and I want to know if what happened
at the wedding was what it looked like.

Let's sit down.

This is going to take a while.

And my brother-in-law complained
because it rained at his wedding.

For fuck's sake.

Amelia, Constanza is going to be fine.
You heard Salvador.

Don't worry, I'm fine.

Well, if you're fine,
I'd love for you to tell me...

what you were going to tell me
at the wedding.

Now I'm like everyone else.

What are you talking about?

My future is a blank slate
once again.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

In this photo, between you and me,
there was a baby.

It faded away as if by magic.

There was a baby between us?

But our wedding was a charade.

Well look at what the charade did.

And what happened
to make everything change?

I slept with Pacino.

We lost.

Our Grand and Glorious Armada
has been beaten by the English.

Yes, Majesty.

"Good bye, Alonso.

Once you told me that
I would never be afraid by your side.

You were wrong."

Amelia, none of this is your fault.
It's me who's...

like King Midas, but the crap version.

Everything I touch turns to shit.

The first accounts
speak of 70 ships drowned

and more than 10.000 men killed.

- I failed.
- Call De las Cuevas.

You want to call the secretary
of the Ministry of Time?

Yes. The Armada will sail again.

And they will win this time.

I thought I was the wolf and you,
the lamb, but it's the other way around.

So, about the other night...

What other night?

Experience tells me
that after the calm

comes the storm,
and a big one.

What do you mean I can't
travel to the past?

Those are the rules that Queen Isabella
established when she founded the Ministry.

We've received an alert from 1588.
The Ministry secretary

- has disappeared.
- Disappeared?

The beginning
of democracy in Spain...

is in danger.

Who would have thought

that it would take less time
to travel four centuries into the future

than to go hunting
at my country estate.

Although I must confess I expected
something a little more spectacular.

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