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This morning I wrote the last chapter.

But tell me, lord York,

where did you hear about my prose?

I read "La Galatea" and I was delighted.

Afterwards an acquaintance told us about your next novel.

It is more than a novel

and better than a book about cavalry, I promise.

I have broken the rules. I have unleashed my writing and I have joined genres.

Epic, lyric, tragedy, comedy... Everything, everything is in here.

- And isn't it too much risk? - My friend,

without risk there is no art.

We are anxious to read it, right, John?

I'm afraid you will have to wait.

Hopefully, the first edition

will go out of the printer's at the beginning of next year.

We can't wait so long.

2000 golden escudos.

And all that fortune?

Such an amount would have been enough

to pay four times the ransom when I was locked in Argel

It will be yours, in exchange of the manuscript.

But here there isn't less than 800.000 maravedíes.

More than what you will ever earn with the copies of the book.

With this I could make my theatre plays?

Then...

Do you accept the deal?

I accept.

Your Honour will take the chest...

and I keep the treasure.

...

Oh!

Kids.

...

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...

...

...

- Hey - Vivo cantando, vivo soñando.

Draw between 4 countries

But... who had the idea for this botch?

This mission was just a procedure.

The songs from The Netherlands and France were good.

- And the one from the UK too. - It's true.

But, for God's sake, don't compare it to "Vivo Cantando".

- That rhythm, that choreography... - Excuse me.

Come in.

I bring a message from 1604.

From your face I can tell that it's not good news.

Cervantes didn't take "El Quijote to the printer's.

That's a big issue. Do you know why?

I'm all ears.

I need you to some business for me.

You have to find Miguel de Cervantes,

see if he presented "El Quijote" to the Consejo de Castilla

for its printing license.

Ah, and if necessary drag him to the printer's, do you get it?

Thank you.

- So you are a printer. - Aha.

I know you have just finished a story.

By our trade, you will very well know.

You know, the printer's guild is small.

And I'm afraid that without a future.

Around here, for each reader, there are four that do not know how to read.

The future is in the theatre.

Everyone goes and everyone pays for the ticket.

But theatre is ephemeral and the glory of the written arts eternal.

You cannot eat from glory.

Books are paid once and can be read one hundred times.

On the other hand, in the theatre if you feel like watching a comedy

you will happily pay every time you go to see it.

But comedies can be presented and at the same time publish books.

There isn't enough money for all that.

Then, I want to publish your last book

without any costs for you.

A really good offer.

It's a pity that you are late. I gave it to some English men.

You will have a copy.

There was no time.

Antonia!

I'm coming!

On the way of 'I'm coming' one goes to the house of 'Never'.

Would you stay for a meal?

Eh? No. No, thanks.

- No, someone is waiting for me. - Go with God.

Antonia!

We have a problem.

And a big one.

Ladies and gentlemen,

- Spain has lost "El Quijote". - Oh.

But, what's wrong?

What that about the "Quijote"?

Bah, dude, a bit of general culture.

Don't call me dude, as we are not family.

Alonso doesn't know if because he lives 35 years before

You, on the other hand, will have read it several times, right?

Eh... yes.

Well, I have started it... several times.

Ok.

An English lord has bought the manuscript to Cervantes.

Lord Charles York and his chamberlain John Bennet.

It's illogical that he would have given up the publishing of his work.

Yes, in exchange of starting a career in theatre.

Cervantes hopes to becomes as successful as playwrighters like Lope de Vega

- for example. - You are an expert in that period.

Thanks.

The companies never wanted his dramas,

they only bought his interludes.

But, Cervantes was also a butcher?

The interludes are short humor works.

- Ok. - That's why now

- he has set up his own company. - That's what you need to stop.

Cervantes needs to abandon his career as entrepreneur in theatre

and go back to the novels.

Do you want us to sabotage his plays?

- Let's infiltrate in the company. - How? Me, as an actor...

- I'm not up for any foolishness. - You have the name of a star, Pacino.

Whatever you do, you need to get the manuscript back.

If the copies don't leave the print

on the first week of 1605.

"El Quijote" will be erased from the present.

- And the Sir doesn't get his hair done? - Who?

The Sir. Since he doesn't like 'dude'.

- He is already ready for that time. - Sure.

Hey, another thing, about the mission.

Yes?

I will take care of finding the English men

and you can join the company

and meet the great Cervantes.

I just say it to organize ourselves a little, ok?

So you don't have to act, right?

Well, somebody needs to do the dirty job.

Ok, ok, I admit it.

I don't see myself on a stage.

I'm going to ruin it, I will do it for sure.

When I was a kid I had to interpret Saint Joseph and I went blank.

I forgot the name of the Three Wise Men.

- Perfect, we have to sabotage the play. - No.

You need a cop on the streets

who looks for the English men and finds the manuscript.

- So, you. - Yes.

I will think about it.

Upon my soul this book is good.

Very good.

Ay.

- Hello. - Good morning.

- With God. - 299

Ladies first.

And you...the second.

Good morning, gentlemen

I don't know you at all,

but you look very healthy, very intelligent

You look very pleasant, sir.

What an obsession with wells and cloisters, eh? Really.

Is anything wrong?

No. No, I lost the... the book in the well

and this man rescued it.

So that they talk later about the Holy Brotherhood.

- You are the new one, I guess. - Yes.

- And you are? - You are, Sir.

- Sir. - Gil Pérez, to serve.

- You will get used to it. - I'm glad we see each other again.

I say the same.

We met in 1588 and you look the same.

- Indeed. - Time doesn't pass by you.

It hasn't actually passed. I have passed through a door.

That's the secret of my beauty.

Do you know where Cervantes is?

He is rehearsing "The baths of Argel" with his company.

But that play never opened.

Do you know tavern around the open-air theater?

- Of course. - We will go there after the rehearsal.

"From Arabia all the gold,

from the south all the pearls.

With servile decorum, I will go to offer them to you.

If you bring my wife back,

- this new world offers..." - I want tears, feeling.

The moors have taken your wife.

You will pay any ransom.

Continue.

"If you bring my wife back,

I offer you a new world

with everything that is kept in the sky and the earth.

Madness I say, as I don't deserve reaching this distinction.

Take my body, as you are taking my soul."

Jump.

Ah.

I don't know what's best.

Let's go to the next scene.

Hello. Eh... I was looking for Mr. Miguel de Cervantes.

You have him in front of you.

Ah, I thought that...

Well, it's the same. I'm a labourer from the Holy Brotherhood.

I see.

Have you done lately any businesses with some English men?

I sold a manuscript to them.

Then you should know that the work won't be published.

They are two wanted thieves and you have been paid with stolen money.

Now you tell me.

That money is mine and I'm not going to give it back.

- Well... - Take me prisoner, if you want.

- I'm not afraid. - Don't be so dramatic, no...

I spent 4 months in the prison in Seville and another in Argamasilla,

- and 5 years in Argel. - What a file.

You speak with strange language. Where are you from?

I just want you to describe me those English men, that's it.

You should have said.

Not gaunt not stout.

One was of tough complexion,

with nobility appearance,

of pale skin and indigo eyes.

- So a stuck up. - A st...

- Sorry. Go on, go on.

Wavy hair, amber, of broad foreheard, narrow chin

and a medallion worthy of his rank,

with concentric circles engraved,

like a wave in a golden pond,

crossed by a ray of light.

And an English mustache.

- What do you mean English? - He wasn't from La Mancha, for sure.

Aha.

"The lord was nearly 40,

the chamberlain just about 30".

- Velazquez, don't miss a bit. - Yes, I will try, Sir.

"...and no wrinkles in the forehead, no chip or scar".

Sorry, can I have your ID?

Sorry, but you are not authorized to be here.

Do you know who I am?

Susana Torres. Nice to meet you.

Can you tell me how to get to the cafeteria?

It's just over there. Go down the stairs and turn left.

Considering how much you earn can't you even get the newspaper?

It's a long story.

I will tell you another time.

Sure.

- You don't talk much lately. - You neither.

I know.

I think it's time to change that attitude.

What you did was very hard for me.

I know

I think it's time to turn the page.

Did you hear anything about your wife?

- No. - Well.

I'm sorry.

- The boss wants us to go upstairs. - Let's go.

- What will she have lost down here? - She will want to be with the masses-

- Is this table free? - Yes, it's free.

I will do it tomorrow.

Thanks.

I don't have all day.

Velázques has finished the portrait of the English men.

But I'm afraid that that issue...

is worse than I thought.

Is it Walcott? The American who was traveling in time.

The very same one.

"Mr. Walcott? One moment, please".

I speak Spanish. Is there a problem?

Please come with us.

We will have to call the patrol.

So, an English lord is an American

- who travels in time. - He works for Darrow,

a company that organizes trips to the past.

- They tried to get the 'Gernica'. - What a beautiful painting.

And now the Quijote, isn't it?

It's not a travel agent, it's a criminal organization.

- If they are around here, I will find them. - Perfect.

How can we infiltrate in the company?

Ok, I have an idea.

I have seen that one of the actors jumps from very high up.

I think that if we manage to take the mattress out, he will break something.

- and Alonso can substitute him. - I could break his face.

- It would be quicker. - No, no. I don't want anyone hurt.

- Or we can kidnap him. - Or blackmail him.

I prefer something more subtle.

By order of the king, the actresses must be married

to an actor from the company.

We must get a married couple

to stop wanting to work together.

I need a voluntary to seduce a lady

Ah, no. I... will spoil it for sure.

I still get confused with the you, and the Sir...

- I'm going to mess it up. - Alonso?

It's the company.

How did you know that they would come now, after the rehearsal?

They are actors.

Alonso, it's your time.

C'mon, mate.

For sure he will have success,

with that hair he has, he looks like the guitarist from Queen.

So, tell me. How is Cervantes, is he a wise man?

Well, he is...

old.

And he is lacking a hand as much as I am bald.

You can trust what they tell you in school.

They never got to amputate his hand.

It became useless because a piece of lead cut one of his nerves off.

You are like the Espasa encyclopedia.

But in beautiful.

There is a little mishap.

She has seen you and she likes you more.

Duty calls.

He will be successful.

I have seen an ilustration from "Amadis de Gaula" and he looks the same.

Already?

- Tell me something. - What do you want now, conversation?

I either speak or go to the point, one or the other.

- To the point. - To the point.

Ah!

That poor wretch is the husband.

Alonso de Entrerríos.

You are alive.

I don't know what you are talking about.

- I'm Blas Duarte. - I don't know you.

We fought together in Flanders.

It's must be witchcraft because you look the same as 30 years ago.

- You mistake me for another. - No, it's true.

You are Alonso!

I was told that you had been sentenced to death.

And then somebody thought that had seen you

in Madrid like a ghost.

You are drunk. His name is Julián.

Brave infantrymen fought,

infantrymen with honour and courage.

I have sworn the Cruz of Borgoña

that I would die with honour under your shadow.

Mary!

- Joseph. - Look, only baby Jesus is missing.

- Shut up! What have you done? - More things than you in five years.

But, are you married?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I'm sorry.

"Raise your eyes and pay attention to that side, Vivanco,

and look if you sight understands

that a white cloth hangs from a long reed.

Or is it my wife the slut.

You say well, and it is tied.

I want to get there myself to see this feat.

By God, that the reed raises.

Look that the slut will bring it down.

- Don't make the text up. - I don't. She's a slut.

And you a liar, who promises what you don't give.

The feeling in the interpretation is great

but follow the text.

Go on.

"11 golden escudos are.

Between them a doubloon that the bitch is bringing us.

- Stop. This is exasperating. - Whore!

- Bender. - Stop. You are fired.

- Bitch. - Eunuch.

- Go out of my sight. - Whore

- Thick! - Slut.

Where can I find now an actor and an actress?

Mr Miguel.

Are you looking for an actress and an actor?

You won't find a better comedy couple.

Well, let's hope that it doesn't get stuck.

I always have problems with old papers.

And I won't tell you about parchment paper.

In this scene, you are reading the note that the moor has written you

and left inside the handkerchief

- Next to the coin. - Yes.

- Here. - Ah.

Here.

"My father,

- who is very ric...". - Sorry

Shouldn't I read it, since I am the one who wrote it?

Lope is the one who receives it and he is reading it.

- Should I read? - Yes.

"My father, who is very rich, held captive a christian woman...

Who gave me milk and taught me about Christianity".

I insist, I have written it myself.

Actually I have written it, since I am the author.

But they are the thoughts of Zahara, not of Lope.

They are the thoughts of Lope when he reads them.

But they are not his voice, it should be mine.

"I know the four prayers, and to read and to write, it's my writing.

- Told me the Christian woman". - Stop!

It's Lope who reads out loud.

- But... - No but about it.

- Read. - Eh... Christian woman...

"... that Lela Marién, whom you call Saint Mary,

Loved me very much and that a Christian had to take me to his homeland.

This is absurd.

If he reads out loud, the guardians will get to know the plan.

You will drive me crazy.

What a headache.

Is it possible that you have seen some men...?

- No, no, no. - Are you sure?

Waiter, how is tonight's stew?

Sorry.

Do you recognize any of these men?

- No. - Look at them. Are you sure?

In this scene, Lope meets four beautiful ladies with a veil

and he tries to distinguish which of them throws him the reed in the baths.

Let's start

Can I make you another question?

Another one?

I hope this one is important.

It is. Eh...

Why do you call the play "The baths of Argel",

- if nobody takes a bath? - Ah, well it's true.

You are indeed right.

In the city of Argel there weren't enough cells

for all us captives

and they used the old baths as dungeons.

Know that captivity if the greatest harm that can happen to men

and freedom, one of the most precious gifts.

- Let's start. - I will take it into account for my role.

- Can we start? - I will imagine the shackles

in my ankles and wrists

and a great weight that hunches my back.

Imagine what you want. Let's start.

Also that one of my members has been cut off,

- like your ears or the nose or... - No

- It would be good for your character. - Be quiet, quiet.

You are complete, because you were a hostage like me

and not of forced labour.

We had a preferential treatment,

unless we would try to escape. C'mon, start

Did you never try to escape?

By God, four times and in all of them I failed.

- Wasn't there a punishment? - I escaped from being impaled and mutilated

thanks to my wit. Can we start already?

- I don't have any more questions. - Thank God.

- Let's start. - Eh...

Where are Zahara and the other moor?

They have gone to alleviate their bladders.

Don't become discouraged, don Miguel,

I can always make you more questions to use the time.

Have you see any of this thugs?

Hello, have you see any...?

Hello.

How are you? Have you seen any of them?

No?

Sorry, ladies.

Have you seen some men... like them?

Eh! Where are you going?

- I haven't done anything. - Ah, no? What do you have there?

And what is this, marbles?

Thanks.

Take out whatever you have there, c'mon.

Take it out, otherwise I will do it myself slapping you on the neck.

And who did you steal this from?

To some men, they weren't from here.

- When? - I don't know, not long ago.

Can I go?

Take this, c'mon.

I don't want to see you around here. C'mon, go.

It could be... a strange metal. Or plastic.

Maybe it has an inscription.

- Let's see... - No.

- It's broken. - I'm sorry.

Giveme, let's see if I can fix it.

But this is not broken.

This is a pen drive,

- A what? - A pen.

You really don't know what a pen is?

It's also called USB memory.

Let's see how can I explain.

This is an invention from the 21st century where you can keep knowledge.

Like a microfilm?

Well, you use it with computers.

You mean a PC.

The case is that here fit movies, pictures,

whole books... Whatever you want.

- Amazing. - I think the same.

Take it to Gil Pérez so that he can check what's inside.

- And you? - Tomorrow, getting up early.

We have rehearsal.

Let's see what's in the pen.

I see that you are also an expert in computers.

In my century? The best.

What a shame, you are all from previous times

and know more about technology than me.

We are up to date, we are modern.

Let's see.

Ah, this doesn't look good.

I can't open the files, no.

The computer is too old and I cannot download the updates.

and will they know in the Ministry?

They better do.

All the paperwork that I would have saved myself if this had been invented 30 years ago.

Don't think so. With or without the computer, bureaucracy is bureaucracy.

It's very clear. The men from Darrow took "el Quijote"

to do business with it now.

Anyone would pay a fortune for something like that.

I'm afraid it's not the only thing they are looking for.

The pendrive was full of information about Lope de Vega.

Will they also want to get any of his manuscripts?

They are Americans. If they can buy anything, they will.

- Maybe they haven't met with him yet. - That's why you will have to go first, Pacino.

Angustias will give you Lope's address and information.

Find out if the Americans have contacted him.

If they haven't done, we can go ahead

- and take back the manuscript. - Okay.

Mr. Méndez.

Lope is sensitive to praises.

Delight his ear and you will win him.

Ah, and go alone.

Amelia and Alonso met Lope 15 years before.

- And for them time has barely passed. - Exactly.

This is one of the good ones.

- Irene, is everything alright? - I have an appointment and I am already late.

If there's any problem, let me know.

- I bring you more. - Thanks.

You are the only one that treats me well here.

- What are you doing? - Treating you well.

Release me!

- You're welcome. - What are you doing here?

What does it look like? Let's go.

- Ah. - C'mon

Get up.

Ah.

We can't allow that we are getting paid paid this misery.

We don't have a title but we don't want to starve to death.

Sure, there are places with a better pay but they treat us well here.

Do you find reasonable two maravedíes per function?

And why don't they pay us with bread and a hen?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Well, it should be the last, don't you think?

Mi husband and I only want to work with dignity, right?

- Of course. - Amelia is right.

We can't allow this.

May I know what's this crowd about?

We are fed up. We are rehearsing every day without a rest

and you pay us two miserable maravedíes per function.

- We are actors, not swineherds. - Yes.

These are not the most buoyant times and I am not a renowned author either.

I have brought this play up from nothing,

- without more money than mine. - you have problems, Sir,

- and we are hungry. - Without money, there's no play

Would you agree on a partial contract?

A third of the tickets will go to you.

Barely charity.

Half of it or tomorrow there won't be a performance

- May it be. - Ok.

Ok.

We want this in written.

You will.

C'mon, let's start.

Each actor is like God made him, and even worse sometimes.

Are you really going to let him buy you for such misery?

We don't get treated so badly and I am afraid we cannot hope for more.

- I was hoping for more help from you. - The poor man is desperate.

The rest has acepted gladly. What else could I do?

Since we cannot stop the premiere, we will offer a good show.

Let's rehearse.

C'mon, c'mon, move. Let's start.

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Yes, you're so annoying.

Sorry for being late, but lately

- I am busier than usual. - Don Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio.

It's an...honour.

I hope to be able to say the same.

What brings here a member of the Holy Brotherhood?

Whoever is the baby, I am not the father.

No, it's not about any legal issues.

I am a great admirer of your work.

I was passing by and I decided to meet ...

the phoenix of wit.

Ah.

Uf. Well, it looks like after all

it will be an honour to meet you.

- Eh...sit down, please. - Thank you.

So, please tell me, which one of my pieces led you to such admiration?

All of them, all.

Ah.

Well, if I had to decide about any, I don't know...

eh... "La hermosura de Angélica", "La dragonera"...

"Dragonera"? You must mean "dragontea".

Yes, yes.

I am very proud of both.

Or like...

"Isidro" or "Los embustes de Fabia"...

"La dama boba".

- "La dama boba". - Yes.

- No. - No?

No.

- Ah. - I don't remember writing anything

- with that name. - Sorry.

- I must be mistaken.

No, but that title makes me curious.

- I will try to get it. - Do it, you won't regret it.

And, well, eh... are you working on something?

Your fans are dying to see something new, Sir.

You are not the only ones.

I don't want to be arrogant, but...

my work is starting to sparkle off admiration overseas.

It seems that they want to have some of my comedies

in the famous Globe in London.

Very much deserved, very much.

- Are you thinking on traveling to London? - No.

I am meeting tomorrow some English men

who are interested in buying some of my original works.

Take them to a tavern.

English like drinking. You will get a good price.

I proposed that,

but they refused.

We will meet in Granjilla de la Fuente.

I have the place and the time.

This yankees have their work cut out.

I am glad that it's going better than to your colleagues.

- Is the play still going? - If you will excuse the repetition,

it looks like Cervantes ir going a bit Quijotesque about theatre.

There's no way of making him throw in the towel.

- Throw in the towel? - Aha.

- Does boxing exist in this century? - No

Oh, I wish, I wish.

Boxing and police movies are my two greatest passions.

Everytime I can, I go to the future to watch one.

Have you ever seen a movie called "The crack"?

- No. - Oh.

It's great.

What a script.

And the actors.

Alfredo Landa, puf.

A titan of the scene

Well, to what's important.

Do you have pen and paper?

What's inside your head?

That there is only one thing that interests more to artists

than money or whims.

Fame.

"This deal of imagination

wasn't taken out because truth forged it quite far from fiction.

Lives on in Argel this tale of love and sweet memories,

and it is true that truth and history

cheer up understanding.

And even today you will find in it the window and the garden.

And here this deal ends, as the one in Argel doesn't.

Bravo. Bravo.

Bravo, bravo, bravo!

Congratulations everyone.

I was all moved.

Tomorrow we won't have anything but a resounding success.

Excellent Lope, Mr. Alonso. You will received all the praises.

- You are enjoying this, right? - Would you prefer me to suffer it?

Ladies and gentlemen, could you please listen to me for a second?

My name is Gil Pérez and Mr. Feliz Lope de Vega sends me.

But, weren't you a printer?

Between other things.

Mr. Félix is looking for actors for this next comedy.

The quality of this company came to his ears.

But this is my company.

It's not against the law that your actors go to another one.

The monster of nature won't stop until he finishes with me.

Aren't his fame and fortune enough

- that he needs to sink the ones from others? - That's not my business.

I am only his messenger.

If you look, the letter is signed by Lope himself.

- What is that about? - Pacino's idea,

a master of trick.

One look at Lope's signature in his office

was enough to be able to copy it exactly.

Pacino has been with Lope and I haven't been informed?

You met him 14 years ago.

You cross paths with him can be all but convenient.

- Believe me. - Lope requires us.

We have to go to him, colleagues.

No self-respecting actor would let such an opportunity pass.

Our premiere is tomorrow.

Are you going to abandon me like that?

Lope is Lope. No offense, but who knows Miguel de Cervantes?

- Are you not going to do anything? - What do you expect me to do?

They are not dogs that I can keep with a leash.

I only know two ways to break the will of men:

The spade and the spoken word. You are an expert in the latter.

Make use of it.

Listen to me, I beg you.

Lope is a famous actor, I know.

But do you want to work for somebody that achieves it the way he does?

Lope looks down on his public.

Thousand times it has been said that in the new art

To the mass it is fair to talk simple in order to entertain.

I think differently.

The public deserves better

and that can be done by giving it good food and good word.

You can tell that he hasn't worked in television.

Let's run away from the given life of hypocrisy and ambition.

and look for our own glory

the narrowest and most difficult path.

Let's do it and we will be praised from whoever deserves it.

You can trust my words.

I stay with you.

And me too.

If Lope wants us, he will have to come himself to look for us.

- Exactly. - Exactly.

Alonso.

Come with me now.

- What was that for? - We almost got it.

What, ruin the life of a man with such passion?

Why doing that?

- It's our job. - No,

getting that El Quijote gets published

- Pacino will take care of it. - "The baths of Argel" never got premiered.

If El Quijote was the greatest work of universal literature,

it doesn't matter if this comedy ever got premiered.

You again.

Let's go.

It might be that yesterday the wine blurred my senses

but now I am sure that I am not mistaken.

- You are Alonso de Entrerríos. - Release me, stupid.

- I tell you again, you are making a mistake. - And I tell you again that I am not.

This man and I served together in Flandes.

Then we had the same age.

- Look at him and look at me. - Lower your voice, foolish.

I am not crazy.

God lives or...

- is this witchery? - Shut up.

I swear you will regret this.

- Alonso. - Help!

What is wrong? What do you have?

You killed him just by touching him.

You are a warlock!

By order of his majesty Felipe III,

king of Spain and Portugal,

from the day of today and until new order,

any theatrical performances are completely forbidden

due to the death of a neighbour of Alcalá de Henares

in a brawl in front of the entrance of the open-air theatre.

The fates are conspiring against me.

Now I have no doubt.

At the end, luck has stayed on our side.

And good God that the poor wretch didn't think the same.

- Cervantes or the soldier? - Does it really matter?

Let's get that manuscript and let's get out of here.

The yankees will be meeting Lope at this wall.

There are only two places to access.

Then we only need to wait for them and leap on them.

A controlled raid.

- At last an easy plan, it was time already. - It doesn't look for me.

- Are you trying to use Lope as bait? - There's always a poor sod.

The most important playwright in Spain?

It's usually a junkie, but now it's his turn.

I am sorry but no.

We cannot take the risk of him getting hurt or something worse.

- We will think of something different. - Look, dear,

we have no time for thinking.

I am done this thousand times. Nothing is going to happen.

It's very difficult to think that a man from the 16th century

takes orders better from a woman, than one from the 20th.

- Ok, why don't we vote? - This is not a democracy.

Have I gone through 30 years of franquismo and 2 of transition

to obey again like a sheep?

- The rank is the rank. - And that a woman says that...

Considering all that was fought for women's vote. Very nice, eh?

Very nice, c'mon.

Does the rest want to vote?

It would be my first time.

As far as I am aware, democracy never hurt anyone.

It's ok, but what is fair is that my vote as the boss counts as double.

"Great". Votes in favour of a raid.

Do you want to use your double vote or should we save up time?

Let's go on.

The place has access by two gullies.

They will enter through the nearest to the path.

- we will wait for them in the second. - I will let you work.

- See you later. - See you later.

They will only be able to go out where they have gone in.

So as soon as they reach the wall, we go for them.

Well.

I think we should stay there, in those bushes.

- Are you sure? - I don't know. Any other idea?

I think that other rock would cover us better

and we won't need to crouch down to hide ourselves.

C'mon, have you ever been in a raid?

I have killed dutch men with a sword in tens of wars

before you even existed. I will manage.

Then you should know that here there will be no killing.

You can put the screws on some thugs,

but if you throw them out of the window, you won't see the boss again in your fucking life.

I don't deny that sometimes it's difficult to understand you.

What I mean is...

We need to know where the manuscript is.

- Aha. - But that doesn't mean that...

- to get information... - we can't put some screws

"Efectiviwonder". C'mon, let's go.

Whoever you are, come back tomorrow. I don't have time.

Not even for an old friend?

They told me I could find you here

and I thought it would be a good idea to pass by to say hello.

I remembered you more friendly.

Are you not going to invite me to come in?

Yes, of course, of course.

I'm sorry, but...

I can barely see what my eyes are seeing.

You are...

You are Amelia Folch.

I see that you haven't forgotten me.

That's impossible, how could I?

You are exactly like I remembered you.

Time has been generous with you.

Extremely.

It hasn't treated you badly either.

Well.

My temples already have grey hairs and the wrinkles are consuming my face,

but thanks.

However, your beauty has not

- faded a bit. - your flattery either.

Don't think so.

Too many adventures have happened in my life

for me to not take it more easy.

And do you have time to tell me about them?

Unless you are busy with other matters.

None is more important than you.

- Shouldn't he be here already? - Some time ago.

Where the fuck is Lope?

With some luck, his presence won't be necessary.

Now they are stopping.

- But what are those miserables doing? - Of course, they don't see Lope. They don't trust this.

They are leaving, fuck, they are leaving.

- No, if we can stop it. - But we will miss the surprise factor.

- Whatever in order not to lose them. - They are book traffickers,

- they shouldn't be able to run much, right? - C'mon. God lives!

Ah!

- Fuck! - They are fast, crickey!

Run!

Stop or I will shoot!

-

-

Hands up. Where I can see them.

Now, fuck!

Surrender or you will taste my steel.

-

In Christian, swine.

You Spanish speak a lot, but you do very little.

What was that, for God's sake?!

Their time door.

Where the fuck is Lope?

So after 8 years of exile, I came back to Madrid.

I fell in love and I got married.

But the Spanish language didn't want that from married to tired there

was more than one different letter, so...

I un-fell in love.

But I fell in love again.

Yes.

And then again and again...

I don't know why it doesn't surprise me.

What it would surprise you is how expensive is to love.

I wouldn't be able to stop writing for a minute.

And we all win from that.

And you..

are you still married?

I think so.

My husband abandoned me.

But despite such mean thing, you are still in love with him.

Do you think I shouldn't?

Do you want my advice about love?

I don't know any man who knows it better than you.

The root of all passions is love.

From it comes sadness, joy...

happiness and desperation.

- You are still my loyal reader. - As long as you keep writing.

Amelia.

No man who considers himself as such, would abandon a woman like you.

So my advice is that you forget about him

and look for another man who treats you like you deserve.

Yes, yes, I understand your doubts.

There isn't anything easier than giving advice

and nothing more difficult than taking it.

But listen to me.

Sooner or later, somebody with some common sense,

will realize how much you are worth.

Are you not going to say to me that that somebody is in front of me?

I have already said that I am not the man I was.

Eh... But...

if you want me to be,

you only need to ask

A leopard never changes its spots.

Motherfucker.

- Do you already have to swear like that? - Yes, if I lose a suspect.

- Did you get the Americans? - Do you see them anywhere?

Ha, the boss.

Amelia, those men from overseas have no reason to be envious

of our time doors.

They vanished in front of us just like magic.

It wouldn't have happened if that poet would have come.

By the way, you won't know where he was?

- No. - You can't believe that yourself.

I don't have to give you any explanations.

Yes, when the mission has failed because of you.

So now, no Quijote and no Americans.

Let's focus on the problem, not in who's guilty.

Of course, I'm sure that Amelia will have an infallible plan.

Maybe we can convince him to rewrite it.

Maybe, since it only has a few pages.

I don't want to be a bad omen, but...

- He's missing. - What?

It's true.

We need to be quick.

And Amelia's plan is the only one we have.

That's if we can find Cervantes.

Mr. Miguel?

If we cannot find Cervantes, "El Quijote" won't have a future.

There's something here.

"Extraordinary wit, the only one in politeness,

extremely gentle, a phoenix in friendship,

magnificent without a price, grave without arrogance,

cheerful without baseness, and finally... the first in whatever it means to be good

and without a second in what it meant to be unhappy.

- I am the same. - It's a piece of "El Quijote".

It talks about Grisóstomo, a shepherd that committed suicided for love.

- Then it's a suicide note. - How can you be so sure?

I have seen a few.

It is only our fault.

- We have taken him to the limit. - We need to find him

- before he does it. - Eh...

In the novel you have the feeling that he hangs himself from a tree.

Ok, perfect, then we already know how he is going to do it. What else?

Eh... He asks to be buried under a cork oak,

where he saw his lover for the first time.

That forest where we waited for the men from overseas was full.

Perfect, team work, that's what I like. C'mon, c'mon.

Bloody left hand, don't fail me now.

With a foot already on the stirrup...

There!

Ok.

- The rope, the rope, the rope. - Is he alive?

He has pulse.

We got it.

If he has gone so far,

- he could do it again. - it wouldn't surprise me.

We have turned him into a desperate man

who failed in what he loved the most. What did you expect him to do?

If he know what he will get,

how important his work will be for the world...

If Cervantes would know who Cervantes will be,

- he wouldn't try to hang himself from a tree. - And why wouldn't he know?

Where...?

Where am I?

What is this place?

Your Honour.

And those clothes?

No doubt this must be a dream.

It is,

a premonitory dream.

Come with us, Mr. Miguel.

We want to show you something.

- But... why? - Because it's you.

You don't deserve any less. You novel is the most important

- in the history of humanity. - it can't be.

And still, it is.

Come.

We will show you why Spanish

is known as the language of Cervantes all over the world.

- The whole world will know my work? - The whole world will admire you.

It is the most translated piece after the Bible.

Much has been written about "El Quijote",

but I think that without a doubt these are the most beautiful words:

"If the world would end and somebody would ask men:

Let's see, what did you make out of all your life

and what definitive conclusion have you got from it?

Could men show "El Quijote" in silence

and say later:

"This is my conclusion about life.

And you could sentence me for it?"

I am don Quijote...

... arm, and make that the works are written...

... the one of the sad figure...

I am Sancho Panza...

He is Sancho Panza"...

... young Sancho, the army comes in front of us...

-... the great emperor Alifanfaron... - Come in, damsels...

I must take my quill and start writing again.

The own praise degrades, but not when coming from others.

If this is what humanity wants,

I can't fail.

Mr. Miguel, the trip has been long.

Please drink.

I must say,

that none of my portraits, in painting or sculpture,

do me any justice.

Reality is without doubt much worse.

Suddenly...

I feel very tired.

Everything is blurry.

My eyes gets clouded.

- What have you given him? - Nothing, a muscle relaxer.

What happens is that the first time it is always very strong.

I wish Lope would have seen all this.

He would have died of envy.

Oh.

Eh?

"In a place of La Mancha...".

How was it called?

Ah.

"...of which name...

I don't want to remember,

not long ago lived...".

It's open.

- Ah, it's you. Come in. - Mr. Miguel, how are you?

Busy, at all time busy.

Have you started writing another piece?

Rewriting. A novel that unfortunately I mis-sold

and that I know that I need to start again from the beginning.

- And how was that? - Because I have dreamed it, my friend.

And dreams are the relief of the miseries that we have awake.

By the way,

you also appeared in that dream.

And how are you doing, finishing?

I'm afraid it's the opposite.

I have barely written a few pages, but...

there's no rush.

If there's something I have, it's time.

Well, I don't know everything by memory, but everything seems in order.

Congratulations.

What I cannot understand is how the Americans managed to escape.

You knew where and when they were going to be, they had everything on your side.

Eh... it was my fault.

I didn't realize about the land, and I left them a way to escape.

- I asume all the responsibility. - Aha.

Well, it was your first time and the mission has been a success.

We will let it be.

But it's important that you don't fail again.

We need to find the Americans.

- There's another thing. - Please.

I need a flat in Madrid in this time.

This is not the "1, 2, 3". We do not give apartments for free.

- I got one. - It was the last one available.

The issue is that somebody recognized me in my time

and it didn't end well.

- We will need to do something, no? - I have a sofa-bed in my living room.

- What does freedom feel like? - What do you want, Susana?

You should be happier.

There is something for you in the glove compartment.

What's this?

We have a lot to talk about.

You need to go to a year that Ms. Folch knows very well:

- 1808. - The Independence War.

- Again with the Empecinado? - No.

It's about Napoleón Bonaparte.

Have you never thought...

that there can be different time lines?

In Christmas 1808,

the French army of the Marshal Ney captured three Spanish men

accused of being spies.

One of them was the priest of Tordesillas.

They were locked in the monastery of Santa Clara.

I can't stop being surprised.

- It's amazing. - It's called toaster.

We need to save those three men

or the Spain that we know won't exist.

- Are they so important? - One of them is

a sixth generation ancestor of Adolfo Suárez.

And these things happen often?

- Are we going? - There's no choice.

- "Bonjour". - I'm sorry, my French

- is not very good. - "No problem".

Your French will improve with practice.

When they offered me the position of abbess I was afraid,

but if I have got here, I won't run away now,

because they can take our homeland from us, but not our dignity.

- I have put my foot in it, right? - Up to the hock.

Tomorrow morning they are going to kill the ancestor of the future president.

Am I already dead and am I in heaven?

And his future wife don't want to see him because he is hitting on Amelia.

- Yes? - Yes.

And to make it even worse, I had to ask for a favour to a piece of...

French marshal

that is hitting on me.

- Yes? - Yes

What a variety.