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IN PREVIOUS EPISODES

I am Philip, King of Spain. Who are you?

- Make it super cool. - Shall we get going?

What happens in an era, stays in an era.

Some things don't.

If I have to choose between the Ministry and my family,

I choose my family.

I left and then came back. You should do the same.

Why don't you rejoin the Ministry?

Carolina Bravo Mendoza, 75 Madera Street, second floor.

I met a childhood friend.

He told me he is starring in Almodóvar's Labyrinth of Passion.

If Banderas doesn't do it, Almodóvar will lose his main actor.

Now, for ten ducats,

name some comedies by our blighted Lope de Vega.

This isn't your era. You can't stay here!

The dream goes on over time, floating like a sailboat.

Nobody can open seeds in the heart of the dream.

How can you know a poem I made up last night?

The cast is not a problem. Money is.

People say my films are dirty since Pepi, Luci, Bom.

I'll get you money if you cast me as a shallow girl.

Your Majesty, these two are conspiring against you.

Don't drink on duty again. We'll insert Lola's uncle there.

- Who is her uncle? - You.

Carolina, trust us. We can protect you.

- You'll get the money for your film. - Remember your promise.

- I have to meet that... - Antonio Banderas.

You're obsessed with that boy.

What are those spots, dude?

We can't change your past, but we'll change your future.

This is the King. What do you want?

Free my comrades and do everything Amelia says.

- What if I don't? - You will die as a child.

- Don't you recognize me, Julián? - Who are you?

It's me, Federico.

Julián! Wait!

Julián!

You don't exist. You are only in my imagination.

Of course. This is a dream.

Look. If we are going to argue, we should go somewhere warmer.

Why are you here? This is reality.

Reality and dreams go hand in hand sometimes.

You aren't well, Julián.

- My name is Eulogio. - That is your problem.

You don't know who you really are.

There is no more I can do.

You need a real person.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Call Amelia. She will help you.

Amelia!

WOODSTOCK PALACE, OXFORDSHIRE ENGLAND, 1554

It's from your sister.

We'll be leaving shortly to London.

Eat. And collect your things.

I've ordered that you be released and come to London

to witness the birth of your nephew. The future King of England.

HAMPTON COURT PALACE. ENGLAND, 1554

It is done, Your Majesty.

Elizabeth I of England was murdered before becoming a queen.

We can't allow it.

You want us to save the Queen of England?

That's your mission.

I thought we only dealt with our history.

Elizabeth I is a part of Spanish history.

Don't you remember the Spanish Armada?

- How could I forget? - There is more.

Her sister is wed to Philip II, King Consort of England.

Cool, then.

This murder has changed history. Look at this.

The Pope saying Mass at London.

Let's look at the bright side.

They must've changed fish and chips for fried squid.

- No more Brexit, either. - Look at the downside.

The BBC only produces shows about Andalusian maids,

- and The Beatles don't exist. - Who killed her?

- All signs point to her sister. - Mary Tudor, the Queen.

Elizabeth was Anglican and Mary a Catholic like her grandma.

Not the turn-the-other-cheek kind. She preferred an eye for an eye.

During her five-year reign,

she sent 300 Anglicans to burn at the stake for heresy.

Hence her nickname.

Bloody Mary.

- Talk about Inquisition! - Wasn't she a little crazy?

Craziness has always been an excuse to get rid of the worthiest women.

Ernesto, please.

We know Elizabeth was murdered.

We don't know exactly when or why.

- When was she last seen? - Four days before Christmas.

In the palace guarded by Henry Bedingfield.

Father Carranza, our agent, went there to hear her confession.

She pretended to be a Catholic so they wouldn't kill her.

Irene, Alonso and Pacino will go to London.

To December 20, 1554.

Excuse me. Why isn't Lola here?

She took a few days off for personal reasons.

Is there a problem, Alonso?

I would like to be relieved from this mission.

My girl is having a few rough nights, her teeth are growing, and...

And I will not help Spain's greatest enemy.

That's sad. You'll lose your chance to meet the Grand Duke of Alba.

What is he doing in London?

Looking after Philip II's safety.

HAMPTON COURT PALACE. LONDON, 1554

Oh, my Lord.

Yes!

Oh, my King! Yes!

Oh, my God!

No, I'm not.

God be with you.

Good morning. How are you?

There. Thank you.

That's okay. Thank you.

- Welcome. I am Father Carranza. - Thank you.

- Are you from Cadiz? - No, I am from Navarre. Why?

- Why? - Thanks, Father.

You can call me Bartolomé.

- Pour some water on your head. - Water?

Why should we do such foolishness?

We must take care of the details. You came from Bristol Harbor.

God knows that it's rainier here than in the days of Noah.

Welcome to the lovely English weather.

Your Majesty, these are Alonso de Entrerríos

and Jesús de Méndez y Pontón.

Your new royal guards.

She is Irene María de Larra y Girón. The Queen's Spanish teacher.

Could the Spaniards be any less attractive?

Thanks for your compliment, Your Magesty.

- What did she say? - She is glad she is here.

Well, not exactly...

I'll be waiting for you in my room. Now!

Gosh. Wish me luck.

I will withdraw, too. This country puts me to sleep.

You should cheer up, Your Majesty.

We could take our countrymen on a trip.

We could visit the lands of the Amadis of Gaul.

You used to enjoy reading it.

I'd rather stay here.

If the King says we go, we go!

Of course. Let's go.

Reality never lives up to dreams.

These lands seemed so beautiful in the pages of the Amadis.

They're not very charming.

This country does not know beauty.

The weather is foul. The food, the beer...

- Have you tried English beer? - No.

- They drink it warm. - Warm?

Disgusting.

Not a day goes by that I do not long for Spain.

- How are things over there? - They could be better, Your Majesty.

Your people miss you, Your Majesty.

The people miss my father, not me.

You are his worthy heir, my Lord.

Your father, the Emperor, is very proud of you.

Why does he treat me like a child?

My father leads his troops, but I've never been to battle.

That is what we are for.

Politics are like chess. The King must never fall.

My father could convince the Devil to put out the fires of Hell.

And Saint Peter to light them again.

I couldn't even get the English to like me.

I have organized jousts.

I have saved the lives of heretics.

I renovated their fleet.

What a terrible idea, Your Majesty.

What did I get in return? Hatred.

When I was born, I did not know I would be king.

But now I see that I am not fit for it.

Don't get carried away by melancholy.

No wonder, in this weather.

If you wish, we can begin our journey back.

No. We will spend the night here. Out in the open.

I thought you did not like this land.

It's better than what awaits me at the palace.

The Mingo Revulgo Verses.

Do you wish me to read this for you, Your Majesty?

Twenty-four.

"The herds of Spain are made up of ghastly sheep."

"In the South or in the mountains.

"And the worst is in Castile."

I love this couplet.

Your Spanish is good, Your Majesty.

Not so. I spoke it well as a child. With my mother.

I stopped living with her when I was nine.

Catherine of Aragon. Daughter of the Catholic Monarchs.

She was a remarkable woman.

Her banishment was unfair.

My father, Henry, repudiated her. She never recovered.

He couldn't stand that the English loved her more than Anne Boleyn.

Do you know The Book of Good Love?

Is it not an... indecent book?

A little bit.

Wonderful.

As you wish, Your Highness.

THE "FOLCH WIDOW AND DAUGHTER" PLANT OPENS AN EDUCATIONAL CENTER FOR WOMEN

With all due respect,

I don't see how opening schools for women will help your business.

I don't know. But it will help them.

Your mother is worried. This is very expensive.

- Is business bad? - No.

Then I guess I have enough money to fire you for your insolence.

You have a visitor.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Amelia. I bring a message from Salvador.

- It's very urgent. - Let's go at once.

- What do I do? - Find another job.

How did you find him?

We received a call from 1943.

A Blue Division hero got into acting.

His name was Eulogio Romero.

But we have evidence that he is our Julián.

Why is he locked up like a suspect?

Because Julián doesn't know that he is Julián.

He suffered a traumatic shock and thinks he is that Eulogio.

He doesn't remember anything?

He only remembers one person.

You.

He woke up screaming your name.

Well, here I am.

Nice dress. Did you come from a carnival?

- No. I came from 1885. - Sure.

Hi, Julián.

You are mistaken. My name is not Julián. Who are you?

- You don't know who I am? - I'm not so lucky.

Why did you call me, then?

Amelia.

- You'd better go. - Why?

Because I am afraid!

I need to get some rest.

Go rest. I'll come back tomorrow.

Sir.

I need every document on Eulogio Romero.

You will have them.

I will never forget the first time I saw her.

She was so ugly!

Sweet Mother of God!

Well, do not lose hope.

Maybe if she dressed like our women she'd look less old and scrawny.

Although, to be honest...

You will need all of God's help to drink from this chalice.

I have the fame of a hero, but he is the real hero.

He fulfills his vows every night.

I cannot imagine a crueler battle.

I have to knock her up. My father ordered it.

Only an heir can improve my influence in this country.

Allow me to ask you something, Your Majesty.

If your wife is so unpleasant to you...

...how can you fulfill your vows?

Yes. How?

I think about other women.

About her servant's thighs, which I saw naked by the river.

Or about the first time I saw a woman's bottom...

Listen. "If her underarms are a bit damp,

"and she has small legs and long flanks,

"is wide in the hips, and her feet are small,

"you couldn't find such a woman in any marketplace.

Spaniards...

So spicy.

When it gets harder to...

...to raise my flag,

- I think about the baker's breasts. - Let's see if you like this one.

"In bed really wild, around the house very sensible.

"Don't lose track of such a woman, remember her benefits."

More.

But most often,

I think about my greatest love. My true queen.

Isabel Osorio.

Fear came upon me when her memory began to flee from my mind.

And what did you do, Your Majesty?

I ordered Titian to paint her. He is the painter of love and dreams.

His Danaë has the face of Isabel.

It never fails.

Philip is an excellent lover.

That's wonderful, isn't it?

Would you pray with me?

Shit, I don't remember...

- Who is knocking on my door? - Sir Henry Bedingfield, my Queen.

- When was she last seen? - Four days before Christmas.

In the palace guarded by Sir Henry Bedingfield.

Come in, I beg you.

It's late. I'll let you rest.

Stay with me until I fall asleep.

- May God protect you. - Majesty.

You work even at night.

God never rests, either.

He wants me to cleanse England of heretics.

- So, the King is married to his aunt? - That is right.

Queen Mary is a cousin of Charles, his father.

She was betrothed to him, too.

- The wedding didn't come to fruition. - Oh.

He has to do what his father didn't. Have a baby with her.

Debts are hereditary. More than eye color.

Have you been fighting together for many years?

It feels like centuries. I would die for him.

I'd die for the Duke. And for Philip.

The Emperor chose me and the Count of Horn as children

to be his son's right and left hand.

Later, I became a soldier in Castile.

He is my king. And my brother.

You keep looking at the King.

I've fought for him in thousands of battles.

I had never seen him in person.

But I've dreamt of him many times.

You will die as a child.

You won't have glory. No one will remember you.

You won't win in Gravelines or Lepanto.

You won't dedicate the Escorial to St. Quentin.

History will forget you.

- Sir, may I ask you a question? - Yes.

Imagine that, someday,

this king, or any other, goes down the wrong path.

It would not be the first time.

What is your question?

If that cost our people's lives...

...would you be able to make an attempt on him?

Never. I would die for him.

There is no honor without loyalty.

They, however...

...wouldn't give up a cup of bad wine to save the life of any of us.

The thrones of kings rest on the bodies of dead soldiers.

Thank you for staying with me.

I get afraid when I am alone after dark.

- Afraid, my Lady? - Yes. Of dying.

I have been afraid since I was a child.

I used to sleep with my sister, Elizabeth.

There is no greater love than a sibling's love.

Ask Abel about that.

I don't trust Elizabeth.

I don't trust anyone.

I only trust Philip, the father of my child.

My son won't live afraid like me.

Fearing he could be killed any night.

They are Ana and Juanito. My family.

What happened to them?

They made it to Mexico.

There, Ana obtained the annulment of your marriage.

She married a university teacher.

They had a child. She named him Eulogio.

Do you recognize her?

- No. - It's Ana.

And her granddaughter, Guadalupe. In Mexico City, 1983.

Again with that?

You keep saying we are in the future.

Listen, Amelia, if that is your name.

If you think you are going to break me,

by making me go crazy, or something like that...

...you are mistaken.

Okay.

Okay. Let's go back to the past.

Sorry. Your present.

Your first wife was called Teresa.

You had two children. Rosa and Juan.

They died during an air raid in Águilas, Murcia. Right?

Is it them?

Who is that guy in my family picture?

The real Eulogio Romero.

This is a hoax.

Think about your son's last birthday. What did you give him?

Try to remember your daughter's favorite toy.

Your last meal with your family before you went to war.

You don't have to answer me. Answer yourself.

If you search your memories, you will only find that picture.

Thank you for staying with me.

You are pregnant, Your Majesty.

Pregnant...

Mercy! Majesty, mercy! I beg you.

In the name of God, the Virgin and all the saints.

Pardon me, Your Majesty! Mercy! Mercy!

One less miscreant.

Why did you want to see me, Your Majesty?

I'm going to free my sister.

It is time to do it.

So it will be done.

One thing.

Don't make her suffer.

Everybody out!

More executions?

You're killing every Englishman that your father left alive.

Speak your mother's tongue! My grandmother's!

Isabella. And Ferdinand. We are both their seed.

If you wish, I will save them all.

Finally.

I dreamt that he is a boy.

Are you pregnant?

England will have a Catholic king.

Our plans will finally come to fruition.

We will give the good news to everybody.

You must stop quarreling with your sister Elizabeth.

She won't be heir to the throne now, so she is no longer dangerous.

We need everybody's support.

You are right.

You must save Elizabeth right away.

The Queen ordered Lord Bedingfield to kill her.

Isn't Strawberry Fields guarding her?

- That's right. - Why does she want to kill her now?

- Because she is pregnant. - Hooray!

Mary wants to get rid of Elizabeth to protect her future son's life.

According to history, she never had it.

According to history, Elizabeth wasn't killed in 1554.

First things first. We have to save her. Now.

I will take you there.

I know the way and Oxfordshire Palace.

- Hello? - Angustias.

Hi, Irene. Tell me.

I need a favor. Bring me a pregnancy test.

A pregnancy test? Is it for you?

Don't piss around, Angustias. How can you send it to me?

You know all the paperwork it takes even to just buy a thimble.

Don't worry, I'll buy it.

- Okay. - Bye.

It's from your sister.

We'll be leaving shortly to London.

Eat and collect your things.

Sister. God has heard my prayers.

And has blessed me with the best of bliss.

A son, a future heir, that finally will close the wound

that has brought us face to face,

creating opposition between us both and our people.

I've ordered that you be released and come to London

to witness the birth of your nephew, the future King of England.

Stop! Stop!

Stop, in the name of love!

- I wish I knew other languages. - Oh, God.

My back hurts from all this running.

What is happening here?

- Confession time. - Confession and food... Bad mix.

Whoops! Well, dude, this wasn't Rioja wine.

Will you keep lying about my past?

- I want you to remember who you are. - Eulogio Romero.

Can I go back to the infirmary?

On one condition. Tell me why did you scream my name.

- Do you think she'll do it? - I don't know.

But Amelia is trying really hard. She is like Columbo.

- What's the Spanish word for "whim"? - Antojo.

I have an antojo for these Indian fruits all day long.

Your Highness, your sister has arrived.

Congratulations for your heir, Majesty.

You have always been a horrible liar.

Irene! Irene!

Irene!

Irene!

- Angustias! - Excuse me, Father.

Thank you. I brought this for Irene.

- Angustias! It's been so long! - A few centuries, indeed.

- When was the last time...? - When King Charles died.

I told you he was dying.

- Would you like to confess? - No, thank you.

Let the King confess to you. I'd rather confess to my pillow.

Sorry, I'm late. Did you bring it?

- I'm glad. Thank you. - My pleasure.

- Bye, Father. Confess well. - Goodbye.

Quickly! Come on!

Angustias...

Gross.

Gosh, what a contraption. Looks like out of a tale.

- What is this shit? - I told you. Worse than cow urine.

By faith, if it were for me, his head would be on a stake.

Do you wish to ask another question?

You've fought in a thousand battles. Have you ever been afraid?

Always. Do you know the color of fear?

It's the same color as prudence.

Isn't that the guy who begged mercy from the King?

He'd be dead if it weren't for him.

- I smell trouble. - Me, too.

Keep your composure. It is an order.

- Forget the order! - Soldiers! Protect your King!

Do you recognize him?

He is a spy.

He was posing as a photographer. I gave him a good beating.

Do you know who this is?

No. You tell me.

El Empecinado. It was our first mission.

We traveled to 1808 to save him

so Spain could win the Peninsular War against Napoleon.

He is El Empecinado.

- Who? - You know him, right?

Of course. But you tell him.

- It looks like an old wedding photo. - It is.

Don't you remember?

We need to know who got the picture.

It's not a fake. It's from 1883.

- Looks like your wedding. - It can't be.

This is the first time I've see it.

Do you know him?

- Who is it? - Room service.

What is room service?

You just got served.

No. I don't know him.

Taxes mean progress.

Nothing would be possible without your effort and discipline.

See you next week.

No. Are we done yet? Can I go?

Do you know him?

He's the guy I see in my dreams.

Who is he?

Federico García Lorca. A poet.

He was murdered in 1936.

Why do I dream about a dead man?

Did he tell you to call me?

Yes. But this is the first time I see...

My name is Federico.

Julián.

I see a woman running.

She is Maite. Your wife.

Maite...

- Come on, dude. - I hope this soothes the pain. There.

Aren't you a Flanders veteran?

- You have had worse wounds. - Yes. But this one hurt the most.

Two more inches to the right, and I wouldn't have seen my daughter again.

Alonso, we are going back to the Ministry right away.

- Yes. - I'll wrap things up here.

And I will help you out.

- How is he doing? - He didn't need any last rites.

You saved the King's life. Spain is in debt to you.

No. Let's just say we are even.

I couldn't have forgiven myself if the King was killed before me.

- You prevented that. - I only fulfilled my duty.

When you recover, would you come to Italy with me?

I need worthy men like you to take back Siena, Milan and Naples.

It would be an honor. Maybe when I recover from this.

Fine. I'll leave you.

I'm interrogating that whoreson, Lord Arthur.

I get the feeling that Lord Arthur will need his last rites.

Why did you say that to the Grand Duke of Alba?

It's a long story.

What kind of rogue tries to kill the man who saved him?

He says that a Spanish king will never be his king.

What should we do with him?

- Kill him. - That sounds perfect.

Get him out of my sight.

Nothing will stop us from being happy.

Nothing.

No...

No!

Shame we had to kick the English out so the King could drink.

I would kick them out of England.

It is easier for me to leave

For I do not seek love in here

Some other loves wait for me in my country

0, God from my country

Take me away from here

0, England is not a land fit for me

What is this song?

Our soldiers here made it up.

Melancholy has always been a good seed for creativity...

The doctor says he made a mistake. It was a false pregnancy.

Will God ever stop punishing me?

The alliance won't last without children.

I know. But it looks ever so clear that Mary will never bear me sons.

She's not the only one with royal blood.

You could propose to Elizabeth.

Just in case something happened to the Queen, of course.

- She is more charming. - Yeah.

And younger.

- She could bear you sons. - But she isn't a Catholic.

Right...

Maybe you could convince her in bed.

It is not a bad idea.

While you think about it, you should keep Elizabeth safe.

They're very fond of beheading around here.

That is a great idea, too.

Forgive my insistence, but wouldn't you like to come back?

Don't ask me that, please. You know I can't.

You will always have a place with us.

We need more people like you.

Some missions break my heart.

Right.

I see that at least someone gave you a present.

I'm bad at that, too.

It's not for me. It's a present for Julián.

A book by Lorca. He saved him.

In his dreams.

Every time I think about it, it gives me the chills.

Take care of Julián, please.

I will keep you informed.

Good luck.

- Thank you for joining me. - No. Thank you. For everything.

- And for the Lorca book. - You are welcome.

It must be hard, remembering everything so suddenly.

Yes.

Amelia, I love you to death.

- Is that a lot? - The most.

But as a friend.

What were you remembering now?

One time when I really messed up.

Here we are.

Yes. Here we are.

Well...

Good luck, Juli...

Good luck.

- Bye, then. - Okay.

I came to say goodbye.

My presence is required in Flanders.

Will you come back?

On one condition.

Do not kill Elizabeth.

If you do, the Anglicans will never forgive you.

She would become a martyr.

I promise.

Tell Irene to come here.

She went back to Castile with his wounded companion.

I am left alone.

Now you have first-hand experience of why this is called a Bloody Mary.

It could've been called Bloody Henry.

Or Bloody Torquemada. No offense.

No, you don't offend me. History is what it is.

Why are you here? Aren't you on a leave?

I left my girl with her grandma.

I wanted to know what happened to Egmont and the Duke of Alba.

You could've asked for his autograph, man.

What became of them?

Egmont tried to convince the King to get rid of the Inquisition.

He was executed in Brussels for high treason.

The Duke of Alba directed the execution.

But they were the best of comrades!

The obsession with power is stronger than that.

What about the Duke?

He was sent to Flanders, but he messed up big time.

He and his son were banished.

He sent for him again when he was 72 to fight in the war for Portugal.

Seventy two? He couldn't even ride a horse!

He could do that and much more when he was 72!

- I'm sure he heeded the King's call. - He did.

He left us a great quote.

"You're the only king that frees a general from jail

"so he gets you another crown."

- Did he win the battle? - No.

The enemies ran without a fight when they knew the Duke was there.

Did the King forgive him?

The Duke was ill and asked permission to go to his family,

but the King denied it.

He died in Portugal, apart from his family.

How much sorrow...

And how much testosterone. Sir.

What are these passages and doors?

Don't be so loud. We'll get caught.

I knew we would meet again.

- I already saw you in my dreams. - Me too.

- Often, I can't tell if I'm dreaming. - It's the same for me.

I have to tell you something first.

Federico, don't go back to Granada.

They'll kill you when the War starts. In August 18, 1936.

How could you know that?

Come in, or you won't believe me.

- Did we travel through time? - Let's say this is all a dream.

The dream goes on over time Floating like a sailboat

Floating like a sailboat

Nobody can open seeds In the heart of the dream

In the heart of the dream.

That's my poem!

Spain still remembers me after so many years?

Then...

I won, not them.

That's right, Federico.

That's right.

Let's keep things as they are.

Over the same column Time and dream intertwined

Time and dream intertwined

Pass by the groaning child The torn tongue of the elder

The torn tongue of the elder

The dream goes on over time Floating like a sailboat

Like a sailboat

-Floating like a sailboat -Floating like a sailboat

-NEXT EPISODE -I have good and bad news for you.

The good news is that Julián

- is back to working with us. - Thanks.

- The bad... - The Meninas is gone.

Picasso isn't painting the Guernica.

You put the mission at risk by making it personal.

I thought you were an expert on that.

Only a genius can convince another genius.

You did it once before.

We'd like to interview you, Mr. Pablo.

- From the Art and Health magazine. - Are you Spanish?

- Yes. - Very Spanish.

Let's have a drink.

- Who is that woman? - Josephine Baker.

The Queen of Paris.

I knew a Lola Mendieta once. She wasn't trustworthy.

Call me a bitch again!

So nice.

- Clara Campoamor? - Have we met before?

- Why is it here? - Two options.

Either your fucking butterfly is back,

- or the Meninas thief... - Is a time traveler.

Hands up! Let me see them!

Lola, you've always been too distrustful.

Lola!

Okay. How the fuck do we rescue Lola now?