All language subtitles for El Ministerio del Tiempo 1x01 Eng

You attacked early.

Why did you do it?

Because you ordered it.

Do you have witnesses of what you say?

If the dead could talk,
I would.

You lie.

You lie.

You lie!

I never lie.

Seize him!

Everyone is dead because of you.

Everyone.

Why did you attack him?
He was your superior.

As if he is Saint Peter.

Sometimes a man has to do
what he has to do.

Cursed pride.

Come morning your captain will be
in his bed and you in the gallows.

Then from the gallows
will hang a man with honor

and in his bed there'll be a jerk.

Don't cry, Blanca.

I've had a good life.

I've fought for my country.

I've loved.

I've seen the world. I've no complaints.

I want you to do something for me.

Anything.

Move on with your life.

Don't look back.

Alonso.

How can you ask me that?

No.

No, please, no.

Forget me, I beg of you.

It won't be easy.

You're Alonso de Entrerríos?

You're wasting your time, Father.

Whatever I have to talk with God
I'll tell him tomorrow in person.

I'm not here to confess you.

I'm here to get you out of here,
if you accept my offer.

Do you want to work for a secret
office of the Crown?

Spying?

Something like that.

Special jobs
in strange places.

You'll be dead for everyone,
including Blanca, your wife.

You must be very powerful.

These people love their executions.

- it surprises me they'll cancel this one.
- They won't.

They'll have their execution.

Who is he?

For all intents and purposes...

you.

Can I stay to watch
the show?

We don't have time.

- What's that?
- Let's go.

Therefore,
I deny the influence of any author...

on Lope de Vega's work

glory of the Spanish Literature.

The first one drinks from profane sources...

and Lope in the deepest roots
of our faith.

Yes, Miss.

I'm sorry, but the influence of
"Orlando furioso" in Lope is clear,

specially on the subject of
madness in relation to love...

Nonsense.

Characters like Rodamonte or
Orlando himself are taken as model-

Can I continue with the class?

The Golden Age shows the glory
of our literature

represented by Calderón, Lope

or the magnificent "Don Quixote"
by Cervantes;

our literature...

Do I know you?

Follow me.

Who are you?

Someone who knows
how much you're worth.

Can you tell me
what this is all about?

I'm Irene Larra.

I wanted to meet one of the first
female university students of this country.

Are you a journalist?

Something like that.

Tell me.

What did your mother say when
you told her you wanted to study?

That I had lost my mind.

And your friends?

More or less the same.

With them you can only talk about
husbands, children or Paris fashion.

It's hard to find a woman to talk
about art, politics or important things.

What a bore, right?

Sometimes I think we women
are our own worst enemies

but that has to change.

I'm sure in the future women
will be able to do everything men can.

I'm sure of that too.

Shall we toast to that?

If my mother could see us...

- She's bent on finding me a husband.
- And you don't want one.

I don't need a man.

You don't know how
happy that makes me.

I don't need one,
but I still like them.

Anyway.

Let's see if you're more
interested in this.

What's that?

Your world is
too small for you, dear.

and that we can fix.

Angustias,

get me the boss, sweetheart.

Hello. A beer.

- You should eat something, Julianillo.
- I'm not hungry.

You doing anything this holiday?

I'm gonna have a party at home,
really nice one.

Leaving the kids with
the parents-in-law

and we thought of
calling some friends

And female friends. Come. You'll like it.

Thanks, but I have plans.

Plans? Such as?
Coming here, right?

You spend more time in
this bar than at home, Julián.

"González Abarca Street, 22.

- Calling all available units".
- Come on.

Fuck it, Julián. We just finished
our shift ten minutes ago

We're too fucking far away.

- Any injured?
- Everyone got out.

There's still someone inside.

Julián, what're you doing?

- There's people still inside.
- The firefighters are already here, dude.

Julián!

Julián!

Here! I found it!

Spanish version synchronized and corrected by Chitorafa
Translated by yunhaiiro

Time is what it is

This can't go on, chief.

Sooner or later something
was bound to happen.

Colleagues don't wanna
work with him anymore.

He's a danger

to everyone and specially himself.

After what happened to his wife
he's not the same.

Who would be?

You're fucking lucky, kid.

Don't insist.

It won't open.

Doctor's orders.

They think I'll jump or what?

We've received a complaint
from the firefighter's team.

Several of their men
risked their lives

because you disobeyed an order
from the superior in charge of the operation.

- Because there were people still inside.
- There was only you, Julián.

This isn't the first time.

Your colleagues say
working with you

is like working
with a suicidal terrorist

Look, I don't care.
I know what I saw.

You're off duty
until further notice.

You need to talk with
a specialist.

Take it as a holiday.

Didn't you like taking photos?

Take them.

Not anymore.

I know you from somewhere.

We're here to talk about
what you saw in that fire.

From the hospital, right?

They didn't waste time
sending the shrinks.

I guess you already know
everything about me.

Paramedic nurse,
valued highly by his superiors.

congratulated by Public Safety
because of his intervention in 11-M,

married to his highschool
girlfriend, Maite,

deceased three years ago
in a traffic collision.

- A hit and run.
- This is her?

Since then, you have depression symptoms
with possible self-destructive tendencies

but you refuse to undergo treatment.

If you already know everything,
what do you want?

Tell us what you saw
in that fire.

In your statement you said
you saw an unconscious man

dressed like a Napoleon's soldier.

What does it matter,
if you don't believe me?

You two aren't psychiatrists.

Would you mind accompanying us?

Don't worry,
you haven't seen everything yet.

- Rookie?
- Yes.

The undersecretary is waiting for us.

Over here.

It's him.

Was he coming back
from a costume party?

No.

From 1808.

Julián Martínez?

Salvador Martín.
Pleased to meet.

I don't know if I'm in any
condition to say the same.

You're telling me he's from 1808.

And he's been preserved so well

- for two centuries?
- No.

He died the night after yesterday
from smoke inhalation.

We think he came from 1808
24 hours before, at the most.

Now we know he wasn't alone.

We found this map
among his clothes.

Maybe the marks will tell us
why they came from the 19th century.

Okay, wait, wait a minute.
What is this?

A joke or some new shitty
psychological method or what?

Come with me.

I'll show you something.

Ten hours more per month
and our salary gets cut.

I almost want to go back to the 16th.

Every government has its secrets.

Ours only has one,
but it's very old.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Our secret is this ministry.

And what ministry is this?

The Ministry of Time.

Follow me.

Be careful you don't slip.

It's quite the fall.

Spanish civil servants from
different time periods work here

with keeping history
unchanged as their mission.

Our civil servants
travel to the period

when a time alteration
has happened and fix it.

- Over here.
- Right.

So, the time machine exists,
and it's Spanish.

How could the
time machine exist?

Don't talk nonsense.

The time machine doesn't exist.

What actually exist
are the time gates.

Let's go.

The Ministry's origin
dates back to the Catholic Monarchs.

A Jewish rabbi,
in exchange for not being exiled,

revealed to them the secret
of a gates' network

that connected to the past of
the Spanish kingdoms.

The story isn't very inspirational.

The rabbi wasn't exiled, but...

the Inquisition burned
him alive for witchcraft.

Velázquez is always late.

These gates are under
the control of the Ministry

we can say they're the official ones,
but there are others, clandestine

- The guys from the fire.
- Aha.

Some people want to disrupt
time for their own gain

and that could be terrible.

Can you imagine if Ancient Romans
had access to machine guns

or that Al-Qaeda
could connect through mobile?

Right now I could imagine
anything.

Can you travel to the future?

No. Time is what it is.

Then,
if you can travel to the past...

could we make our present better?

That would be dangerous.

Our history may not be
the best possible,

but it could be worse.

That's why we need your help.

Two men from the 19th century
are wandering around Madrid,

we don't know
what they're looking for,

and you're the only one
who has seen them.

He was little hair,
with bald spots...

and...

bulging eyes

and thin lips.

The other... had big eyes,

a jaw, like, square,

and...

Can't remember anything else.
Sorry.

- Aha. Enough, Diego?
- Do not fret, undersecretary.

Good.

We'll begin the search immediately.

You, Julián, will join tomorrow.

- Join tomorrow where?
- Here.

Welcome to the Ministry of Time.

No. Look, no... that can't be.

I'm sorry, but it's impossible.

You see, your psychological
profile clearly states

you're incapacitated
to keep working as a nurse

I didn't get checked yet.

Here's the profile.

Read.

"On account of his proven
self-destructive tendencies

he constitutes a danger
to himself and to everyone around him

because of this we advise...

his admission to a specialized care center.

- Who wrote this?
- I did.

You see, most of the time
things don't go the way we want

And you know that well, don't you?

You're not living
the life you'd want

with whom you would want.

We're offering you another life

unusual, yes,

but another one.

- Then, I either work for you...
- Or you're admitted into a mental hospital.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

It's them.

Exactly them.

This guy is very good.

Of course he's bloody good,
he's Velázquez.

It's incredible.

I've fought in Austerlitz,

I've crossed the snowy Alps
and the desert of Egypt

and I've never been
as afraid as I am right now.

- What's it? Do I know ya?
- No, no, no.

I beg your pardon, gentleman.

Do you know of any place
we could find books?

At the bookstore.

Excuse me.

Do you have at your disposal
a volume

about a conflict between
France and Spain

around 1808?

"Independence Peninsular War".
History. Second floor.

"Independence Peninsular War"?

We're off to a bad start.

- No, thanks.
- You should try it.

There aren't oranges like those anymore.

We get them straight from
a 1887's Valencian orchard.

Later, at home.

You can't get out of the Ministry
anything from another age.

First days are the worst.

Then you just get accustomed to it,
right, Irene?

I saw my chance.
Woman born in 1930,

- you tell me what I could aspire to
- 1930?

My grandmother was born that year

- and you look like...
- Less than how old I am, for sure.

I joined as a civil servant's widow
when my Ramón died

God rest his soul.

- And when was that?
- In the war.

- The Civil War.
- No, dear, the Cuban War.

- But, if you come from so far...
- Yeah.

How can I look like I'm 50
when I'm more than 100?

Time doesn't flow through the gates.

If not, how could this
orange be so fresh

- if it's older than me?
- Let's see,

I recruited Velázquez
two years ago, in 1634.

He set foot on the Ministry
for the first time in 2013, he was 35.

- Now he's 37, both in 1636 and in 2015.
- Your life is your life.

You travel from one period to another,
but you still age like everyone else.

- Ah.
- The Ministry isn't

-the fountain of youth.
- I wish it was.

We're just civil servants,
not superheroes.

But if you can travel to the past,
you could know

how your lives were

and how you died.

I don't know and I don't want to.

I leave that to the celebrities
who appear in History books.

There's the boss with the rookies.

Julián, I'm introducing you
to your new teammates.

Today's my lucky day,

first I meet Velázquez
and now Captain Alatriste.

Your grace mistakes
me for someone else.

Mister Julián Martínez,
Miss Emilia Folch.

Pleased to meet you.

Mister Alonso de Entrerríos.

Well, I'll leave you to
get to know each other, huh?

Sir, can I ask you a question?

Who is that Alatriste
everyone here mistakes me for?

Are you sure about putting them together?

- They're very different.
- That's the catch.

Alonso is a veteran
from the Tercios of Flandes,

he's the perfect soldier.

You can put him in front of
a marine with only a knife as defense

and the marine wouldn't last half a minute.

- It'll be hard to get him to work with women.
- His values are old,

but that has a silver lining.

You can't find his sense of honor
and his word's worth anywhere anymore.

And he's a patriot.

Amelia , however, is the brains.

She's modern, intelligent...
She sees what no else does.

If she had been born in this century,
she could be whatever she wanted.

Well, now she has that chance.

If everyone in this country were
as noble as Alonso and as progressive as Amelia

a new day would dawn.

I wasn't doubting them.

Julián?

He has nothing to lose
and that has a silver lining too.

Besides, someone working
as a paramedic in Madrid these days...

will be at ease with any travel to the past.

Six years of war.

And we lost.

How is it possible?

I organized the best army
in History.

Then we lost in Russia.

And everywhere.

Oh, listen to what Napoleon said:

"That bloody Spanish War
is to blame for everything."

We have to go back.

It's them.

My father took me to
a a theater in Paris.

They projected images, but this...

Let's go to that bookstore.

Miss,
Mister De Entrerríos,

it's time for you to know
the 21st century.

Bloody fucking hell.
What is it, idiot?

What a jerk...

Fuck.

We're here.

You know nothing about what
those books say, of course

There's a library at the Ministry,
with Internet access.

- "Inter" what?
- Let's see how you explain that to her.

They learn quick. Problem is
when they get addicted to social media.

They took several books, and they're all
related to the Independence Peninsular War

And one of them had a French accent.

They want to know what happened
before it happens

and get a head start on events

Like the first "Terminator" movie, right?

They want to prevent Spain from
winning the Independence Peninsular War?

Exactly. Can you imagine
what would happen if they succeed?

Your graces excuse me, but...

- what independence?
- Ours.

A empire like the Spanish
fighting for its independence?

Well, empire, empire...

Two centuries after you
France invaded us.

No, that can't be.

The world was ours.

Are we sovereign now,
or do we bow down to someone?

Yeah, to the European Central Bank.

We go back to the Ministry.

It's going to be a massacre, for nothing.
France will lose the war.

and that will only be the beginning
of the end of the revolutionary dream

No one wins. You will lose everything

and we will go back
to absolutism, to darkness.

Be calm, "mon amie".

None of that has to happen.

That's why we came to this century.

"Kill it, dude, kill it".

- This is so embarrassing, my goodness.
- Don't worry, the same happens to me.

Every time I travel to another age
my period gets out of control.

But getting things from a
different age out of the Ministry is forbidden.

You take some, and if anyone
says anything, you send them to me.

Let's see, I'll explain how to put it in.

We're searching around the area.
You, gentlemen, can go home.

Tomorrow, meeting at 10 AM.

In that case, sirs.

- Do Alatriste and her live here now?
- No.

Each is living in their own time.

- in their own home.
- Not Alonso.

He had to leave Seville.

Right, he lives in Madrid now,
100 meters away from here.

but I'm sure he'll get sooner to the 16th by walking

than you'll get to your home by Metro.

Amelia, dinner is ready.

I'm coming, mother.

You read that every day since 1996?

But you won the Liga last year, man.

Yeah, but I watched that match
with my father, rest in peace.

- What? Are you an Atleti supporter?
- No, I don't like football.

But I remember that day
as if it was yesterday.

It was yesterday for me.

Or tomorrow.

There's a gate, right? 58,
it leads straight to

to the men's toilets
of the Galerías Preciados of Callao.

Then at 10 AM that morning,
it was a...

- Saturday.
- Saturday, right.

Since then,
every time I have a bad day

at work, or at home,
or we lose against Real Madrid again...

I get my bag, gate 58...

and there I go to the stadium.

40 times I've seen that match
and I have more fun each time.

- What will it be?
- White coffee.

What will it be, Miss?

White coffee,
in a small coffee glass.

Very good.

Thank you.

How are you?
Hi.

For me?

Congrats.

Thank you.

Is this...?

- What is it?
- Just open it.

Dude, you've gone too far.

Be careful, it's loaded.

- Let's take a picture together,
come on. - Alright.

Let's see.

There we go.

If I had to wait for you
to make up your mind...

Everything alright, chief?

Yeah, everything's fine. Thank you.

- How much?
- White coffee? Not much.

80 pesetas.

Help! Help!

My friend is dead!

Call a paramedic!

What have you done?

The plan was taking their guns,
not killing them.

Goodbye, my friend.

According to the forensic report,
the police officers were taken down

by a shot from a collector's gun.

- From around 1800?
- Indeed.

- It's one of them.
- Him?

He died from a shot from a service firearm.

They defended themselves?

There weren't any traces of
gunpowder in the officers' fingers

and one of their weapons disappeared.

Probably the one who stole it shot his partner

- and fled.
- To his own age?

Gentlemen, Miss,

this is your first work for the Ministry.

You have to go to 1808.

Gate 21.

You must find
the clandestine gate

and stop that stolen weapon
from being used to change history's course.

Cornejo? I'm sending you
two men and a woman.

Clothes from early 19th century.
Notify Antoñita from Hairdressing.

We assume the signal comes
from the place where the gate

they used to travel to the 21st century is.
Here.

- Why are you giving the map to her?
- Because she's in charge.

What, a woman? That's madness.

But what is the plan?

We're Spaniards, aren't we?

Improvise.

Goodness sake,
I look like my grandmother.

That's what we all say
on our first mission.

- I'm not ready.
- We all say that too

- on our first mission.
- Alonso, come with me.

You seem pretty calm for your first travel.

If you need anything, number's on Contacts.
Here.

- There's reception on the 19th century?
- With this, there is.

You dial the number, hash,
and the date you're calling to.

Hour, asterisk, day, asterisk,
month, asterisk, year, hash.

- Does it have a camera?
- And games.

But don't use it while you're
going through a gate, it goes crazy.

- And it might crash some times.
- What do I do then?

You turn it off then on again.

A civil servant will be waiting for you,
Carrasco.

Give him this envelope.

Good luck.

Everything alright?

I've told the Ministry time and again
to put a ladder there.

We could have an accident any day.

Carrasco?

We have to go...

here.

Bear's Tavern.
It's not far.

Half an hour on horseback.

You can't expect the lady to ride a horse.

- I know how to ride.
- Well, sorry, I don't.

You don't know how to ride a horse?

It is far if you're walking there.

Here, this is for you.

Come on, to the racetrack.

What do you mean
they cut our Christmas bonus?

What is this?

The French already passed through here.

This would be unthinkable in my age.

If we succeed on this mission,
France will never win this war, correct?

Then let's go!

Where's he rushing off?

More wine?

We should rent our rooms.

It can't be.
You always have the same problem.

- Do you have any spare rooms?
- I have a bedchamber and a hovel left.

Bedchamber for you and your wife,
and the hovel for your helper.

Alright.

I need your names.

I'm forced to.

Amelia Folch.

Alonso de Entrerríos.

Curro Jiménez.

You can drink something
while we get the rooms ready.

Forced to stand this from foreigners...

First and foremost,
we shouldn't attract any attention.

Here you go, for killing time.

I'll be right back, "monsieur",
I've to...

When a lady says no, it's no.
Here and in Paris.

What part of "not attracting attention" did he miss?

Two French guys aren't enough for one Spaniard.

We die here.

Two for two seems more fair.

If you're alright with it, of course.

It will be my honor.

What's going on here?

This man has hit a woman
and is going to pay for it.

That won't be necessary. I'll take care of it.

Alonso de Entrerríos.

At your service.

Eusebio Castañeda.

Same to you.

It's him, the guy I saw in that fire.

My best red wine, Mister Curro.

- On the house.
- Thank you.

What is it?

I've seen that man before.

But how can it be,
if I won't be born in another 50 years?

He said he's Eusebio Castañeda.

Are you sure it's him?

Yes, I am.

What's wrong? What are you thinking about?

Benito.

He was a good man.

Yes, it's a great loss.

But in the war,
a lot of men die.

Maybe too many.

We should have entered the
French's bedchamber while he was downstairs.

Better tomorrow, when he leaves.
We'll have more time.

She's in charge.

I'll withdraw to my chambers.

- Godspeed.
- Good night.

Good night.

You don't need the knife.

What are you doing here, milady?

I love how you talk,

like an old-fashioned gentleman.

Virgin Mary, what zeal.

How long has it been
since you've been with a woman?

Centuries.

If my mother saw me sleeping
with a man she'd have a stroke.

You're sleeping 4 meters
away from a man.

I must seem very old-fashioned to you.

You were born a century before me,
you tell me.

Well, I'm very progressive, you know.

Only woman in a university,
and I'm still single.

All my friends are already
married and with kids.

And you, are you married?

I was.

She died.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

Life is very strange.

Just some days ago,
I thought nothing was worth it

and when they forced me
to work for the Ministry...

I thought it was insane.

You weren't alone on that.

However, now I know this has given me life.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I know where the French's bedchambers are.

Thibault is his name.
He's a high command of the invaders.

She's his lover, it seems.

Dolores de Villamejor,

an aristocrat who lived in the West Indies.

- West Indies? What's that?
- America.

He has a bedchamber
at his disposal all year long

whether he's occupying it or not.

And you found out
about all that last night.

While some sleep, I service my country.

Well, I hope you
"serviced the country" sufficiently

because I'll need your friend
to get into the French's bedchamber.

Alright, you do your thing

and since I'm here, I'll make his bed.

It's... not that I want
to stick my nose into your affairs,

but what are you looking for?

A gate.

There's no gate here
besides the one we just came from.

Yeah.

That's a weird book.

It's French.

I don't know how to read.
Just spell things out.

What else? After all...

For cleaning and popping out kids...

It's him.

Watch out, coast isn't clear.

He saw me at the canteen.
What do I do?

C'mon, faster,
we don't have all day!

Oh, look, "monsieur"
came and found us here

Beg your pardon, "monsieur",
new girl has her head in the clouds.

C'mon, straight
out to the corridor.

It's the Undaunted.

Who?

You know who he is, right?

Yeah, yeah, but you tell him.

He was... is...

He'll be the one who
understood how to fight the French,

Not with a conventional war,
but with a guerrilla

The French Army is very superior

so instead of fighting them
in battles, they fight them everywhere

without warning, not giving them
a moment's peace, attacking and then leaving

So, the French knows that in the future

the Undaunted will organize the guerrilla

- and wants to kill him first.
- Exactly.

Seriously, you should watch
the first Terminator movie.

We need to talk to him.

Can I help you, Miss?

I need to talk to you.
Can we go outside for a moment?

I'm telling you you're wrong, Miss.
My name is Eusebio Castañeda.

- You're Juan Martín Díez and you're called the Undaunted.
- And you're in grave danger.

I insist. You're mistaken.

I know perfectly well who you are.

I know you fought at Rosellón,

that you live off the land in your
wife's village, which raised against the invader

when French soldiers raped a village girl

I know Goya painted your portrait

Who painted what?

Maybe Goya hasn't painted that yet.

What's important is your life is in danger.

Let me ask you a thing.
Are you all Spaniards?

Of course I'm a Spaniard,
as much as anyone.

Then you know everyone's
life is in danger, not only mine

But we may win this war soon.

Very soon.

I've an appointment I can't miss.

If you'll excuse me.

Rest assured, I'll shadow him.

- Good morning, Mister Eusebio.
- Good morning.

Who's that room of?

Miss Lola, the marchioness.

Gunshots.

I beg your pardon, "monsieur",

but I haven't mastered these modern weapons yet.

I have.

- Lola, Lola.
- That harpy sold you out.

She's a patriot.

She told me...

He found out I wanted to talk to Juan

- Is he dead?
- No, but he's bad off.

He needs a doctor.

From my age.

Take him to our bedchamber.

I'll deal with her.

- They should have contacted us already.
- Relax, everything will be fine.

It's them.

- What is it?
- You know who the Undaunted is?

- Of course.
- I have him here.

With a gunshot wound from a weapon
which won't exist in another 200 years.

- Can you bring him here?
- Impossible. He's lost too much blood.

He wouldn't survive the cart journey until the gate.

Activate a mobile ICU to 1808.

- One of ours?
- No, one from the 19th century.

No health insurance card.

Done.

I'm doctor Morales.
Patient's situation?

Gunshot wound with exit point

No vital organs affected, but he's lost a lot of blood

- Conscious?
- Comes and goes. He's delirious.

Very well. We'll take care of him.

Don't worry, he'll make it.

Thanks to you, not me.

Is Lola alright?

So she says, but I'd rather you check up on her.

I told her you're a doctor.

I wish my mother could hear you.

There's been a problem.

Can't say anything else right now.

I'm sure.

That can't be anymore.

I need to get out of here.

I can explain.

How?

Julián. Julián.

Lola isn't what she says she is.

Here it is.

I've been here before.

- In 2015.
- We are in 2015.

Stay here until a Ministry car comes to get you.

You can't go around
the street dressed like that.

What about the gate? We need to seal it.

I'll take care of the gate.

Either the mobile phone
was invented earlier than I thought

or that woman travels through time just like us.

I think it's the second one.

Ernesto, have Velázquez sent here.

We need an identikit picture
to send it to all civil servants.

- No need, I have a photo right here.
- Well, well.

I see you've taken up old hobbies.

Lola.

You know her?

- Lola Mendieta.
- We thought she died

on a mission
at the Carlist Wars.

What was her angle?

Money, evidently.

She sold the secret to the French.

Well, the Undaunted, before he lost consciousness

told us she had come to him already, to warn him

Ernesto, have this photo copied
and sent to all the offices

Very well.

Gentlemen.

Good job.

Milady, can I ask about the health
of the one called the Undaunted?

He's fine, recovering at a hospital.

And he doesn't notice he's not in 1808?

No, half the time he's sedated.

Besides, there's a wing of the hospital reserved for us

and no one knows what happens there.

In what hospital can you do that
without raising suspicions?

12 de Octubre Hospital.

Why do you think there are always
wings closed for repairs?

He'll live and he'll kick the French out of Spanish soil.

- Right?
- Yes.

His king will be proud of him.

Why are you making that face?

His king had him executed.

Him and many other people who fought for Spain.

Is the Poem of the Cid

- still read in your age?
- Of course.

Nothing has changed since then.

God, what a good vassal,
if only he had a good lord!

Hey.

Is there a list of the gates and when each leads?

The gatebook. Changes every day.

Though we have a mobile app,
it's very useful,

really, because you
don't need to do any math.

Time passes here and
in the past, in each gate.

every day, every minute.

Keep it.
I'll use Ernesto's.

Thank you

What are you doing?

- You can't come back here with her.
- Leave me alone.

You're coming with us

and you're coming gladly.

It's best that she doesn't know,
you know that, right?

You're mad.

What if you had bumped into yourself?

Impossible.
I had a night shift.

Bad night,
and the next morning wasn't better.

I argued with Maite.

Whatever.

When did your wife pass?

Tomorrow, October 23, 2012,
a bit before noon.

Run over by a car.

I was in the ambulance near the place.

In fact,

I was the first to reach her for help.

I don't understand.

Why can't I warn her?

We all have to die.

That morning we argued
and we never talked to each other again.

15 years together and the last thing
we did was shout at each other.

It's not fair, fuck.

Yes, dear, I'm closing already...

as soon as I get these
annoying clients to leave.

Julián.

That device Irene gave you...

Are you both mad?

Yes?

Who is it?

Yes?

Maite.

Ah, Julián.
Who's number is this?

They gave us one for the ambulance.
It goes through the office.

Listen, I...

I'm sorry about this morning, OK?

Fuck, it's just...

It pisses me off how you always twist things around

Julián?

You hear me?

Julián.

I love you, Maite.

I love you more than anything in this world.

You know? Sometimes...

You just take that for granted and...

you don't say it, but...

I don't want you to forget it, Maite.

Don't ever forget it.

You and I should argue more often.

Where are you?

- There's a lot of noise.
- At Gran Vía.

Hey, you're not buying me anything, are you?

We said that in this anniversary
we wouldn't buy any gifts.

Relax, no gifts.

- Lope de Vega isn't on the San Juan.
- And what does that mean?

That he will die before the books say he did.

You must go to Lisboa in 1588.
Think that he was barely 26

and had all his work still unwritten.

We need to find Lope
and relocate him.

Get pregnant, come on, do it,
let's see how you explain that

No, the father is Lope de Vega.

I know how to travel through time.

Urgent call from the Ministry.
I repeat, urgent call from the Ministry

You're ready?

You have to prevent Spain from entering the WWII.

We'll need reinforcements.

- What do you want from me, Abraham?
- Protection for my family.

In exchange, I offer you
the book of the gates.

The queen promised
she would protect him,

him and his family.

Five days, not one more.

The next day, this Ministry will stop being a secret.

What are we going to do?

You have to travel to 1491
to save the rabbi from the pyre.

Pig!

Nice atmosphere.

Then they won't have anything to stand on.

- Look at that.
- It can't be.

It looks like it.

...so now you have to find
the Guernica receipt.

It's a Picasso painting, maybe the
most important one in all of the 20th century.

Gate 864.

According to our data, the case
will arrive to Madrid tomorrow morning.

to 1981's Madrid, of course.

The Ministry is lying to you all, Amelia.

Preserving the past?

I've risked my life many more
times than you for this Ministry.

Do you know what I really hate?

People taking me for an idiot.

Spanish version synchronized and corrected by Chitorafa
Translated by yunhaiiro