Original subtitles

Do we know anything about Lola?

"You should know that I miss you."

I will change the past.

I am solely responsible for what will happen.

Excuse me, excuse me, just a minute.

Lola is in not fit now to go on a mission.

-Call Alonso.

-Call Alonso, to see if he can join today during his leave.

-Everything will be fine.

-Don't worry, Salva.

This is the office of the undersecretary of the Ministry.

- I do not know if I will be able to cope with this responsibility.

You can. Mission accomplished.

Guernica and Las Meninas are ours again.

Something doesn't add up, Alonso.

(GASP) I've screwed it up!

Damn, I screwed up...

I had to have gone on that mission.

I was the one who had to be dead.

Second try.

I will not allow Julián and Alonso to die.

-The ship that travels back in time.

Was "El Anacronópete" not a novel?

by Enrique Gaspar and Rimbau?

I thought so, it was just a novel.

A prisoner is never denied a drink.

García fluid allows time travel

without aging or rejuvenating.

Is he Alonso? Yes.

And I'm, Julián.

This is going to be fixed. I promise.

Get in the car.

-The Ministry of Time is already screwing up my life again.

You have a minute.

-It's a bluff. -I never bluff.

(EXPLOSION)

-And the others?

-Everybody?

-Don't you understand that you can't change time?

Something worse will always happen. Let her go, even if it hurts.

Come with me, come.

-You have always been very suspicious, Lola.

How do you know my name?

1945.

WWII.

Bad year to stop.

Shit! (SHOOT)

(ALARM)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Oh, oh...

Oh...

(MUSIC)

Why are you coming here?

I am not under that headstone.

-40 years since we met.

-40 years already?

-Time is short!

I like that you remember the day we met,

and not the day I left.

-You have never left.

(PHONE)

Tell me, Ernesto.

It has to be today?

Agree.

I pass by home and go immediately.

(MUSIC)

(HUM)

Die, Jewish dog!

Einstein murdered in Spain?

Can not be.

We've been asking for a budget increase for a year and a half, haven't we?

Yes, exactly a year and a half.

And suddenly a delegate of presidency

shows up to discuss it.

-Better late than never.

In these cases I am more in favor of that of:

"It isn't over till the fat lady sings".

And which was his name?

Well, his name is Ignacio María Ayerbe De la Fuente Jiménez Salgado.

Oh my gosh. -Oh wow.

He almost,

leaves the rest of Spaniards without surnames.

(DOOR)

Sorry, boss, but it's urgent.

(CLOCK)

-Say something.

-It's a personal message for you.

-I see...

Leave us alone, please.

The delegate is on arrival. I have waited for him for a year and a half.

He can wait five minutes for me, right?

Of course sir. Let's go.

It is about Emilio Herrera.

Einstein murdered and Emilio Herrera suspicious?

-They found the 'Crazy hairs' dead and very dead.

And Emilio, unconscious with the pistol in his hand.

-But it's impossible. They were friends.

-Well with friends like that, you don't have to have enemies.

-Emilio Herrera.

Just today.

-Yes.

Too much of a coincidence.

-If you say so...

Well what do we do?

Because Einstein did not die in Spain in 1923,

He kicked the bucket in US in 1955.

-This needs to be fixed immediately.

-But boss, you are too old to perform that duty.

-Angustias, this I must solve it alone.

Without anyone knowing.

-See, hear and keep quiet, the three commandments of Angustias.

Remember to connect your intertemporal GPS on your mobile.

-Yes, yes, Angustias, thank you.

(WHISTLE)

No, no, Blanquita's bath time is sacred.

At eight o'clock I'm there. Come on, see you later.

Oh...

Sorry.

Sorry...

Sorry, it was my fault.

You are right about the latter. Sorry.

Lout...

What did you call me?

Lout.

I have excused myself for my clumsiness.

Ask me for forgiveness for your insult.

And if I don't, what are you going to do to me, Mr. De Entrerríos?

Do you know me?

Alonso!

Leave that man alone.

Excuse him.

Hi, how are you? Your...

Ignacio María Ayerbe De la Fuente Jiménez Salgado.

Correct. But you can call me Nacho.

Well, I really appreciate it.

He sends me the Presidency of the Government. -We know, we are aware.

Would you like to come with me, please? Yes.

Here.

Why do he knows me?

I don't know, But you just screwed up big time.

(MUSIC)

(CLOCK)

(SINGING FLAMENCO)

(SINGING FLAMENCO)

(GUITAR)

(SINGING FLAMENCO)

(SINGING FLAMENCO)

No, no, I've had enough to drink.

"Don't look at me, that man over there invites you."

(SINGING FLAMENCO)

10,000 euros?

I mean, 10,000 euros for some falconets?

Fuck with the falconets, what is that?

- They are small bronze cannons, Mr. Ayerbe.

-Nacho, please.

-Sorry, Nacho.

Falconets shoot small iron balls.

Due to their size, they could be transported by mule and,

in extreme situations, behind the back of a soldier.

-Amazing what one could learn here.

And these falconets could not be bought cheaper?

-Cheaper?

-Man, for little more, you buy a kalashnikov

and so you save the mule and the back pain of the soldier.

Do you want Hernán Cortés to conquer Mexico with a kalashnikov?

It was a joke, Irene.

Anyway.

Let's continue here.

2,000 euros in 20 Ruffs?

I suppose that they are not of those that are eaten with "french fries".

-You suppose well, Nacho.

Ruffs are gorgets.

Necks of the Golden Age. We travel a lot there.

-Ah, i see, interesting.

Well, thank you very much for your collaboration,

but I think we will continue tomorrow.

How about eight in the morning?

Perfect, sir. Nacho, please.

And to see if I am already lucky to know

Don Salvador Martí.

See you tomorrow.

Angustias, I'll be here at eight tomorrow.

We should have let Alonso take care of him.

We're in for it now!

-Tomorrow at eight? If it's almost 12 at night?

A union is required in this Ministry.

Do we know something about Salvador?

Salvador? What Salvador?

Salvador.

Salvador...

I know nothing.

-Angustias is like me in one thing.

She doesn't know how to lie.

(MUSIC AND CLAPPING)

Olé!

-Please drink a little more, just a glass.

-Just one.

(MUSIC AND CLAPPING)

We should go.

Tomorrow, Mr. Einstein has a conference.

-Ole!

-Don't you know why I invited you?

Because not every day one meets

two geniuses sitting at the same table.

-You flatter me.

But I think the only genius here is Mr. Einstein.

- "Arsa".

-Yes.

I followed him closely in his speech

at the Aero Club de Paris Prize.

-Ah, were you in Paris? -Yeah right.

It's just that my wife is a fan of hot air balloons.

By the way, you were wonderful achieving that second place.

-What was wonderful was the one who won.

-Bravo!

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

-He says that tomorrow he will talk about time travel.

-Ah, good topic.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

-He says that if nobody understands him, he doesn't care.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Ouch!

-It says that if we put a finger close to that flame,

a minute would seem like an hour.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

-But if we spent an hour...

-With someone we like, it would seem like a minute.

-Ole...

-Do you know German? -Family of diplomats.

Please, another bottle. -No, don't bother, please.

-Ole!

(SNORES)

Sure.

Finally, my God, what skills drinking.

Thank you.

By the way, the juice was very tasty.

-Thank you.

-Yes ma'am.

Come on. Stand up.

-Ole... -Come on.

The jacket, be careful.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

-Yes, yes, take it.

The jacket...

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Coffee?

-Give me the gun.

- Where are we taking him, Mr. Martí? -To Loarre.

Oh, and you know.

Nothing has occurred here.

-Yes, I don't know what I'm doing here talking to myself.

(CLOCK)

Where I am?

(SNORES)

The conference.

-Ole!

At last, You had me scared stiff.

-Calm down, everything is arranged. Any news around here?

-The delegate is meeting in his office with Ernesto and Irene.

Do I tell him that you arrived? -No, I'm going to eat something,

that I'm starving.

I see many foreign names among your employees.

Above all, Arabs.

I suppose they will have their papers in order.

Arabs, Jews, Moors...

They have lived in this country for centuries,

They are as Spanish as you or I am, Nacho.

Or more.

No, for antiquity I say it.

-I really loved your speech.

For real.

But do they have papers or not?

-Are you kidding me? -No.

Things have changed a lot.

The legislation is not the same as it was a few centuries ago.

But it is that a few centuries ago, he was also expelled from here

to many people and here we are.

From what I see, today I will not have the pleasure

talking to your boss.

"The opposition leader has crossed out the proposal

Childish, demagogic and unpatriotic government.

The government spokesman was quick to respond.

-The opposition leader has made a children's speech,

and as you will understand, nobody is going to give us lessons in patriotism. "

-What top brass.

"At the international level,

highlights the death in Moscow of cosmonaut Mikhail Kuliákov,

the first man to set foot on the moon,

author of the famous phrase 'We work for the good of all humanity'.

Let us remember that, for the conquest of space,

the work was decisive

from the Spanish scientist Emilio Herrera... "

-Herrera?

"... for the strata nautical diving suit that he donated to the USSR in 1936."

-No, not again.

Hi.

-Have you already eaten? -Yes.

Who was the first to reach the moon?

-Well that Russian.

Now I don't get the little name, the one that just died.

-I see. -Watch out.

The auditor is still there.

-Good. Mr. Salvador Martí.

- That's what they call me.

Can I ask you a question?

What was the name of the first man to set foot on the moon?

(AT THE SAME TIME) Kuliákov.

-Thank you.

-Kuliákov, of course.

I had it on the tip of my tongue.

I'm concerned about you, boss.

He's always had a great memory

not to remember such an illustrious name.

-Tell me, has any alarm been triggered by Emilio Herrera in 1936?

-Not because?

-Because I just watched on a newscast

that Emilio Herrera donated his diving suit to the Russians in 1936.

This he would never have done.

The Americans were the first to reach the moon.

So the story is altered.

"And how come you are the only one who knows it?"

-Because I have a kind of connection with Emilio Herrera.

-Remember, don't forget...

-Yes, the GPS, I always carry it with me.

Well, since it's impossible to speak to your boss,

I would like, at least, I would like,

to be able to interview these officials.

-Let's see...

Let's see. It will not be easy.

Let's see.

Jesús Méndez. He is in sick leave.

-Jesus Mendez?

Pacino.

Oh

Okay, let's continue.

-Argamasilla, returned to his time.

Sainz left the Ministry, now he is dedicated to create web series.

Ortigosa, on a mission in the Caliphal Córdoba.

And Julián Martínez left this morning

to solve the patent of the table football.

-But... Do you really care about these trifles?

We'll see.

Many creators forget to ask for an invoice

and they don't record their inventions.

Do you really want such an invention of ours

keep it abroad? Anyway.

Well, a pity not to meet Julián Martínez.

Is anyone left here?

(CLOCK)

Listen to me, Mr. Indalecio.

Can not be.

No, no, it can't be.

According to our weather report,

the best day is the day after tomorrow.

I know that you have to take care of each cent as if it were the last one.

But...

Yes, and I understand the reasons.

Mister minis...

Yes.

Yes sir.

As you order.

(HANGS HARDLY)

The project is stopped, Gerardo!

Two days before

that Spanish science touched the sky!

And not metaphorically!

-Do you want me to collect the plans? -Please.

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Don Emilio Herrera?

-Not a good time, sir. Who has let you in?

-Can you leave us alone, please?

You can leave, Gerardo. Things can no longer get worse.

And you, tell me what you want.

And fast.

I have neither time nor encouragement.

-I came to take care of the space suit.

-Very diligent, the Minister.

I just talked with him.

And I've already sent someone to take her away.

-Ah, have you talked to Indalecio?

He must have said that about:

"You have to take care of each cent as if it were the last one."

-How do you know that?

-Because it's his favorite phrase. Also, you have to understand him.

We are at war, and the one with whom we are involved

here on earth, as if to look at the stratosphere.

- Damn wars.

Do you know?

In the end, all the scientific advances

they end up being used to harm others.

-Is something wrong?

-No.

Your face.

Is somehow familiar to me.

-We can't waste time.

-What do you mean?

-Your invention cannot fall into the wrong hands.

Follow me

Would you like to buy yourself a new ball?

Nothing like the mother tongue to shit on someone.

The Russians want your space suit and I'm here to stop it.

- Here she has always been safe.

Only I know this location.

Well, me and my assistant, Gerardo.

I really don't know what I would do without him.

Gerardo...

What are you doing?

-Stealing the space suit, I would say.

-Well yes, you say well.

-Why?

-Because I don't trust this government

full of bourgeois who only look for the comfort of their armchairs.

-We work for this government and we owe loyalty to it.

-To lose the war? No thank you very much.

-From what I gather from your words,

you think mother Russia is going to save the country.

And, to compensate her, you wants to give her the invention.

-No, it is for the good of all humanity.

-Oh, that sounds familiar to me.

-The space suit is mine.

I have invented it.

And I will not allow it to leave Spain.

-Look, I admire you very much as a scientist and as a person.

But I can't understand how with your age

can you be so naive.

We have already talked enough.

-Gerardo, for God's sake...

-Arthur.

Tell the comrades that we are already prepared.

- To take care of them?

No, we will.

Let them know that we also know how to do these things.

Nice chapines.

What he could want? Nothing good.

That fool is not to be trusted.

I don't know if he's legit, but intense...

-Well, I'm going to eat something.

I'll be back in an hour.

-One hour?

Was my turn.

-What a moron. Shit in corners.

Bread face. Prick.

Soup eater! Bullshit!

Big assholes, plain and simple.

I'm going to ventilate the office a little. -I'm leaving.

But Mr. Diego, for God's sake...

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK)

Alonso!

Alonso!

We were so handsome...

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-It's not your fault.

-Yes. Yes it is.

-What happens?

Look ahead and don't try to confuse me.

-No.

The confused one is me.

What year has he been?

-1936, Madrid.

To Cuatro vientos Airport. Fuck.

Uff, He could have gone to Torremolinos in the 70s.

Since when does Salvador do field work?

This is not the time to chat.

Look at his GPS. It goes flying to nowhere.

There is no town, no house.

-Nothing, he doesn't pick up the phone.

You have to go find him immediately.

Angustias, since when does Salvador do this?

-Since I know him.

"And do you know why you do it?"

-No idea.

-Let's go.

Oh...

Let's go.

Stand still.

-Our father who art in Heaven,

Hallowed be thy name...

- How it is possible that a high position of this republic is almost a priest?

-Because it comes out of his balls.

-Who told you that you can speak?

-Hey, if you have to kill us, do it at once.

But don't disrespect us. I believe in God less than you.

But if this man wants to pray, you keep quiet.

- Now you are going to give me moral lessons?

-Stop, stop, fuck, stop.

Go straight to the point.

-Yes, it will be better.

Turn around.

-Do you mind?

Put down your weapons.

Down.

All good? Yes, now, yes.

I guess this is an Angustias thing, right?

What do we do with them?

Search them for more weapons.

And set them free.

It will take some time to reach civilization.

(HE COMPLAINS)

Do you want it too?

No no no.

Car keys.

Quickly.

Get the way you came. Run.

Come on...

Boss.

We have to go now.

We still have unfinished business.

-The space suit, please.

Keep it in a safe place.

Who knows if it can ever become helpfull

the human being to travel to space.

Of course I spend on canvases and oils.

What do you expect? That I paint the lances with highlight markers?

-What I don't understand is what you do doing that identikit.

Any street artist would be cheaper for us.

-Do not get it wrong. I portray the soul.

I do not paint sketches, I portray the soul.

-Well, -Then portray it but cheaper.

Or don't paint your pictures here.

You are getting income in two different centuries.

Two centuries.

Hey...

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm giving you an evil eye.

-Oh.

-And that's it.

-Are you leaving?

-Yes, I've known enough mediocre

as to deal with one more.

Enlightened like you who believe that everything is adding and subtracting,

including talent.

And talent does not add or subtract...

When they lack it.

-Anything else?

-No, I'm relieved.

-Very well, tell Mr. De Entrerríos,

Please let him in.

What speed.

Nice junk.

I hope you have asked for an invoice. -Please leave my office.

"And why should I?"

-Because we have an important matter to resolve.

Tomorrow we will talk about whatever you want.

I think you have to give us more than one explanation, sir.

And as undersecretary that I am, I'm going to give it to you.

Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my entry into this Ministry

and that is something that is not forgotten.

And even more,

if that day you meet the woman of your life.

(PHONE)

Yes?

Yes, sir, right now.

Is Salvador Martí here? -Yes, it's me.

- the undersecretary wants to see you immediately.

-I'm going right now.

Thank you.

-You are new, right?

-is it so evident?

-Yes.

Only the new employes say thanks. My name is Sofia.

-I... -Salvador.

I just called you. -Sure.

Sure.

Excuse me, sir, but I'm not supposed to be a field agent.

-Yeah, I know you aim for the sky.

You are the recommended of the president Suárez.

But here every single person go on a mission to know

what is this Ministry.

-Yes sir.

And what do I have to do?

-Travel to this address in Granada from 1889

and give this envelope to the master of the house.

-Baldovinos. His name is like you.

-Sure.

He is my great-grandfather.

You tell him that you came on behalf of the notary and you give him that.

-Of the notary?

-This is the door.

-Excuse me, Mr. Undersecretary, but...

What is inside this envelope?

-Well, they are scriptures

from some land near Sierra Nevada.

In time, they will be worth a fortune.

And so, I inherit them.

-But that is to change history for your own benefit.

-Like everyone else, dammit.

Do you know what pension shit I have left?

-No.

-You will find out when is your turn, now.

Ah, important.

If you tell someone this,

I send you to Calatanazor dressed as a Moor

and I assure you that you are going to lose more than the drum.

Understood?

-Yes sir.

-Then go.

(CLOCK)

Mr. Baldovinos, I suppose.

-Yes, you suppose well.

This is for you.

It's very important.

-Do I owe you something?

-No.

-Better, because I wasn't going to pay you.

Boy!

The snack!

-I have to go.

-Excuse me, I'm sorry, son!

-Thank my Lord.

You have saved my son.

Emilio Herrera, with pleasure.

-Salvador Martí, with pleasure also.

-Come on, I invite you to snack.

-No... -I beg you, please.

-If you insist...

Play as much as you want, but be careful, boy.

And now, discover the powers of science.

Ah!

-What a scare.

(MUSIC)

It's a pigeon!

-And you? What is your name?

-Emilio, like my father.

-And what do you want to be when you grow up? Wizard?

-No, I want to fly.

At first, I felt like a hero.

(CRUNCH)

Angustias.

Don't listen behind the door,

that you will get back pain, come in.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Sorry.

Sorry.

-As I was saying.

At first, I felt like a hero.

I had saved a child, but I started asking questions.

What if I have saved a future Hitler?

Or the father of "Jack the Ripper"?

I may have changed history.

Oh my God...

-And do you know the name of the boy?

-Yes, Emilio Herrera.

-I screwed up, right?

-No, you're a hero.

-He told me who Herrera was.

A genius of aeronautics of the 20th century.

-He finished second at the Paris Grand Prix in 1906.

In 1914 she was front page of newspapers for crossing

the Strait of Gibraltar with José Ortiz Echagüe.

For this he received the Golden Key

as a gentle man from the hands of Alfonso XIII.

Among his achievements is the design of an air bridge between Europe

and America with zeppelin,

that the Germans ended up organizing

because we did not agree internally.

"But what is Einstein doing here?"

-In 1923, Herrera was his host on his visit to Spain.

They became very good friends.

But Herrera's great invention was the strata space suit,

back in 1930.

The first space suit model in history.

-But if it's a clone...

-Nasa wanted to sign him for a lot of money

at the beginning of the lunar project, but he refused

because they did not accept your request

that the Spanish flag flew next to the American one

if they reached the moon.

That man was a patriot.

And ahead of its time.

-Yes.

In fact, Neil Armstrong, the first man to set foot on the Moon,

brought the moonstone to give it to him

to one of Herrera's disciples as a tribute

to the studies he had done.

But Herrera had already passed away.

And do you know the saddest thing?

-No.

-The stone was stolen in 2004 from the Museum of Cuatro Vientos.

"The real Spain".

Real and unfair to its heroes.

-When the war came,

Herrera fought on the side of the Republic

despite being a close friend of the king,

loyal as anyone, he had to go into exile.

And there he became a diplomat,

president in exile of the Republic

and in exile he died in 1967.

-I need air.

I do not get it.

Does Herrera exist because I saved him?

It would have existed anyway.

And if I don't save it,

Wouldn't man have reached the moon?

-Welcome to the Ministry of Time.

-But I have to write a report.

What do i say

-Don't write it, let it be.

(WHISPERING) It will be our secret.

From that,

I thought that everything good and bad would happen to Herrera

it would be my responsibility.

You could say it was the guardian angel

of that man all his life.

He was also to me.

I think that without that mission,

I would not have met Sofia.

And that was our secret.

It was...

the son we did not have.

We attend to his wedding,

to his son's funeral,

and all without seeing us.

Maybe his continuous trips to see Herrera

they have distorted time.

It's possible.

All of this breaks out on the most important anniversary of my life.

Poor Emilio Junior.

Since the father has not been able to climb that high,

the son has come down faster than he would have liked.

(MUSIC)

God forgive me.

Every night I dream that I kill Queipo de Llano

with my own hands, for saying those words.

-Don't be bad blood.

Our son died with honor. Something that stupid general never had.

And leave the memories alone.

-And what are we left with but the memories?

All life dedicated to my country, to science.

And look at us, here we are.

Like two squanderers. -No.

-We are like two worthy people

they have always done what they had to do.

And I don't change that for anything in the world.

"Not even for the Ritz?"

-This house is our little palace.

(MUSIC)

How handsome Emilín was.

What's wrong, Emilio?

-Pass me the magnifying glass, please.

I have come to take the space suit.

"-He says that tomorrow he is going to talk about time travel.

-Ah, good topic.

-Emilio Herrera, my pleasure."

-Salvador Martí, mine also.

-Emilio.

Emilio!

Do you want to answer me?

What happens?

-Nothing.

Nothing happens.

Adolfo still working at Figaro?

In the section of small ads. -I think so.

-Go find him, please.

I'm very sorry about what happened, especially

my neglect of you.

Don't worry, I guess it was an extremely serious case, right?

I perfectly understand. -I hope so.

Did you want to ask me a question?

-No, no.

Ernesto and Irene have already given me all the necessary information, right?

And your people have made me perceive what you really are.

A family that cares for each other.

Thank you very much sir.

In the end, I'm going to end you will start liking me.

-If I'm honest with you,

We'd like you a lot better if you could increase our budget.

-Well, well.

I will do my best.

But now I must go.

Thank you so much for everything. -You're welcome.

-Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Let's see if he will be a good guy in the end.

That will have to be seen.

Here we go again.

-Emilio Herrera?

-The same.

You appear in a 1947 French newspaper.

It annoys, no?

Do you think it is a good idea?

-Herrera has realized that I travel through time

and he need answers about whether his life

has it made sense or not.

Like all of us. Effectively.

And steal the moonstone

that Armstrong brought to Spain is a little strong, isn't it?

He did it for him, Irene. But he had already passed away.

Later, in 2004, it was stolen from the Cuatro Vientos Museum.

The idea is to steal it earlier and take it to Herrera in 1947.

So history would not change and we would...

As it is called?

-Poetic justice. -AHA.

Boss,

count on me.

It's okay.

And with me.

Very good.

Go then.

I stay here taking care of the house.

-Thank you, Ernesto. Let's go?

(Music)

Thank you very much, Ernesto,

but you could already invite me to a glass from time to time.

(PHONE)

Yes, Angustias, tell me.

Let him in.

Go, go. So you are...

-Ignacio María Ayerbe De la Fuente Jiménez Salgado.

Do I have to show you my ID like I did with the lady?

-His ID says it's him.

And I have verified it with the Presidency of the Government.

"Will you keep me standing here for a long time?"

Because I assure you that you have started off on the wrong foot with me.

-No, no. Sit down please.

(MUSIC)

Gentleman, would you be so kind as to give us the moonstone?

Don't worry, we're not going to tell anyone.

Neither do you, of course.

If I'm honest, I didn't think you would come.

-You gave me no other choice.

-I really don't know what to say.

I don't know any human being

that he was able to speak to his guardian angel.

(LAUGHS) Please.

I am just a normal person.

Knows?

It has always struck me that a scientist like you

have such great faith in God.

-I don't know where you see the incompatibility.

God is the greatest scientist who has ever existed.

He invented the universe.

-Why did you want to see me?

-Well.

I wanted to know if my life has been worth it.

In recent years,

life has only offered me bitterness.

God knows I love my country more than anything in the world.

And that I have fought for him even above my ideals, but...

-Sometimes you think I wish I had been born somewhere else.

- You have read my thoughts.

-Do you know why you are so big?

Because everything has been achieved despite being born in a country

that belittles science.

In a country where someone dared to say that about:

"Let others invent."

This is for you.

-What is it?

-A moon rock.

-For real?

Will we get to the moon?

I knew it!

When?

-In 1969.

With a space suit that is an evolution of yours.

The astronaut who stepped on the moon for the first time,

a few years later he took her to Madrid as a tribute to you.

-I will not be there.

-Does this solve all your doubts?

-Yes sir.

Finally everything makes sense.

To a guardian angel

can be hugged?

-And a genius?

can be hugged?

-Please.

Please, you didn't have to.

It is quite the opposite.

We should have done it three days ago.

In addition, with so much fuss it has not been possible.

We are a disaster, we must recognize it.

Well, some more than others. -Cool, right? I painted it myself.

-You know that I'm not very much of celebrations.

At least we can celebrate that we've been through

a day without Herrera alarms. You were right.

Of course.

Also that they have finally raised our budget.

Yes, but 5%.

It is not to lit fireworks, huh?

Sometimes I wonder how we managed to keep

the Ministry on going.

-Also, we still don't know who the impostor is

that has supplanted a government delegate.

Well, nothing, we throw the cake against the wall and organize

a collective suicide, as it is all shit...

Oh, don't say a lot. -Well, is it going to blow or not?

Yes, but first you have to make a wish.

Yes, come on.

Make a wish.

-I have fulfilled them all.

Salvador.

Salvador, is something wrong?

-No, nothing.

What are you doing here

-Can't I worry about my sister's health?

-Carlos María Isidro, what a posh name.

Don't ring a bell to me.

Well, if we do not act, he will become king and then he will ring.

-You're dying, you bastard.

As soon as you bring the king,

you two will travel to 1832 with a double of the king.

One moment, a double? A double of the king.

Hey, when do you get me a copy of the script?

-We are preparing a new television format.

A historical reality show.

Basically what you have to do is lie down and unconscious.

-Have you brought me here to act as a helper without a sentence?

-Let the show begin.

-I thought it wouldn't happen tonight. I don't know what could have gone wrong.

-You know what never fails? Weapons.

As the artists say, a lot of shit!

No...

-What is that man doing?

Yes sir, first season of "Loving in royal times".

Only the awareness of death drives us to live more.

-Garcilaso?

-Paulo Coello. -But you can't speak!

How do i say? Not!

-Oy, oy, oy...

-This is my tears, husband.

The tears of a mother's pain for her daughter.

-You can't stop looking at it, it's addictive.

Live life. I that you would sell the format.

We will run out of budget problems.

It's just that you can't trust a civilian.

Well you were a fan!

I admire him as an artist, but not to defend Spain.

But wasn't that about the soldiers in the script?

-The mother who gave birth to him... -The mess that you did, "pal".