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BATTLE OF TERUEL, 1937

Move! We have to get out of here!

Come on!

Come on!

Julián!

Nothing hurts more
than the loss of a loved one.

Death levels all human beings,

the rich, the poor,
the powerful and the weak.

But the memory of Julián Martínez,

who gave his life to help others,

must be an example,
and comfort our spirit.

May he rest in peace.

-Julián!
-Come on!

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

WITH TIME AT THEIR HEELS

TWO WEEKS LATER

Yes, come in, please.

-May I serve now?
-Yes, please.

The festival has started.

Colorful posters announce
the titles of the films to be shown.

The first one is "The Vikings",

with Kirk Douglas
as actor and producer.

Do you need anything else?

Thank you very much. Good night.

The Viking has gone in.

And the Faraona is under control,
so mission accomplished.

SAN SEBASTIAN
JULY 21, 1958

-Kirk Douglas is handsome.
-I've seen better.

Can you imagine if anything happened
between him and Lola Flores?

Lolita would have a really cute dimple
in her chin.

I told you it was an easy mission.
You didn't have to come.

And miss this weekend with you?
Are you crazy?

I was going to give it to you later,
but I can't wait.

You look beautiful.

My God.
It must have cost you a fortune.

It wasn't that much.

I had to wait
for Joseph Bonaparte to look away.

You stole a necklace from the Crown?

They were going to steal it
in France, so...

And it looks best on you.

I thought I was dating a policeman,
not a thief.

Does anyone have to contact us?

-Not as far as I know.
-Okay.

Wait here.

Don't move.

Stop!

What is this?

Who the hell are you?

Spanish shit.

A fucking Russian.

I'm a Soviet, idiot.

And this?

Police! Police! Call the police!

MINISTRY OF TIME, MADRID

-How are you, boss?
-The cast itches.

I look like the bald guy
from "X-Men", but otherwise...

I'll never unscrew another lightbulb
in my fucking life.

-What happened your hand?
-I cut it making gazpacho.

Well, be careful.

Cooking can be more dangerous
than time travel.

My God,
does anyone know why it's so hot?

With the renovations,

they broke the heating system
and it won't be fixed for a while.

I see the workers
are from a private company.

Didn't we agree that workers
from another age would do it?

It's impossible.
It's puts out to tender, three offers,

-...and they take the lowest.
-Don't worry.

They're forbidden access
to any of our offices,

just to the coffee machine.

Even so, keep an eye out.

We don't want them
doing anything stupid.

Angustias, give me something
so I can scratch my leg.

And the pain killer?
Have you taken it?

Yes, yes, I've taken it.

-He's worse than a child.
-She's worse than a mother.

-And she never shuts up.
-We never do a hand's turn.

-Can I help?
-It's OK.

Have you thought
of a substitute for Julián?

-Ortigosa wouldn't be bad.
-No.

He's celebrating his wedding anniversary
in the Majorca of 1981.

Cheaper and with no Germans.

What about Spinola?

No. He's just besieged Aachen.
He's taken a few days leave.

I don't know...
If Pacino has sorted out his father...

I've talked to him.
He says he's fine where he is.

It was hard for him to get it.

Let's not break one thing
to fix another.

Anyway, in the end...
someone always appears.

For God's sake, two weeks' leave?

We need to work,
not sit at home licking our wounds.

-Come on, Amelia.
-I can't forget him.

Neither can I.

But we have to remember Julián
with honor.

Without him,
the mission would have failed.

I'll never understand
why a poet's life is so important.

Well, if Miguel Hernández
had died in Teruel,

he wouldn't have married Josefina

and he wouldn't have written "Nanas
de la Cebolla" or "Viento del pueblo".

It's sad. Whatever century we travel to,
it's always the same:

Spaniards killing each other.

"Fight With Cudgels", by Goya...

Year after year
and century after century,

it's a constant civil war
with thousands of innocent victims,

like Julián.

Like Julián.

I saw two of your photos with Julián.

One was a wedding photo,
in the other you had a child.

In the end, did you show them to him?

-Has your future changed?
-Yes, something happened...

Pacino?

Amelia, I need to see you,
both of you. As soon as possible.

Where are you?

The Concha Bay.

Since Sancho VI ordered
the port to be built,

this place has seen the arrival
of the first encyclopedias,

of the first foods from America...

Yes, and probably
of these little monsters as well.

You know they pecked out
the eyes of shipwrecked sailors?

-Meeting them is always a bad omen.
-We're not short of bad omens.

Are you sure you want to do this?

If we're found out
we'll be in trouble.

Our colleague is the one in trouble.
That's what matters now.

Chapino!

A sight for sore eyes!

-How are you?
-Better now.

Salvador rang to tell me about Julián.

I'm very sorry.

What's going on?
Why all this secrecy?

Let's go.

Was she your companion?

Yes.

She had to come on a routine mission.

She said I didn't have to come,
but I wanted to be with her.

-And what happened?
-We had no problems with the mission

but this note was slid
under our door at the hotel.

-The number Pi?
-Yes, it must be a code or something.

I went out to see who had left it.

I followed him, but there were
two of them. I realized too late.

-Do you suspect anyone?
-I only know they were Russians.

-Why would Slavs ambush you?
-That's what I need to know.

What they wanted
and why they killed Marta.

Maybe if you asked
the Ministry from your era...

Those bastards knew who we were
and how to find us.

I don't trust anyone.

Even less after a waiter saw me
and accused me.

-Again?
-Yes, it seems to be my fate.

There was nothing in the papers.
And I changed hotel, just in case.

I need to know the truth,
but this is a personal thing.

So if you want to back out,
there's still time.

Where do we begin?

With this.

Going for more coffee.
They'll wear out the machine.

They don't do a hand's turn.

I knew it. I knew it!

-That man will be the death of me.
-Salvador?

He's the worst patient.
He keeps asking for things.

A coffee, Angustias.
The scratcher, Angustias.

The bathroom, Angustias.

-The bathroom?
-Yes, love.

I'll go with you,
but you can lower his pants.

How many painkiller would it take
to knock him out?

They were ordered
not to leave the cloister.

-You think I made it up?
-No, you didn't.

-But there could be another explanation.
-For example?

For example,
you say he was coming out of the well.

-Maybe he was just passing by.
-What about the walkman?

No one uses that junk nowadays.

Nowadays, it's hard
to tell vintage from old.

Is it odd he has something in his ears
with all that noise?

What if he stole it from the past?

Are you saying
he's found out about the time travels

and the first thing he did
was steal a cassette player?

-You should go home and rest.
-Never.

Never while this ministry
is in danger.

Keep an eye on the walkman guy.
I want to know every move he makes.

It's amazing. The shapes arise
from nothing as if by magic.

It's more like chemistry.

-It's called developing.
-I'd call it revelation.

-Where did you learn these arts?
-At school..

I had a teacher, Don Victorino,

who didn't give a shit
about drawing classes, and, well...

I can't believe it.

-Is it about spies?
-Are you kidding me?

Do they teach you nothing?

Alfred Hitchcock,
the master of suspense.

-He invented the McGuffin.
-That sounds Scottish.

No, it something
that happens in the film

that seems important
but then it isn't,

but you keep seeing it.

My dear friends, this is
the most important film director...

-Have you seen "The Birds"?
-"The Birds"? No.

And with that title, I never will.

-"Dial M for Murder"?
-No.

"Notorious"? Well, "Rope".
You must have seen "Rope".

I prefer books to films.

Great, and you go through life
without seeing "Vertigo".

"Vertigo" is being premiered
at the festival.

He's the Russians' target.

The Russians?
Finally something interesting.

-Are you sure?
-This photo proves it.

But the question is, why the hell are
the Russians following Hitchcock?

Please, over here.
Look this way, please

There he is.
Let's see if the baddies appear.

I've been reading about him.

He was made a Knight Commander
of the Order of the British Empire.

Even Salvador Dalí worked with him.
I'm not surprised he's so famous.

So famous and so chubby.
And he'll say he doesn't eat.

What have you liked most
about San Sebastian?

What do you like best
from San Sebastian until now?

Te Concha Bay, Santa Maria Church,

cuttlefish in its own ink
from Casa Nicolasa.

You, please.

There has always been talk
about tensions with your actors.

Are they real?
Do you get on well with them?

Is it true that there are tensions
with your actors

or do you get on well with them?

Absolutely, when an actor comes to me,
and wants to discuss his character,

I say, "It's in the script."

If he says,
"But what is my motivation?",

I say, "Your salary".

Of course.
When an actor tells me

that he wants to discuss his character,
I tell him, "It's in the script".

If he asks me,
"But what is my motivation?",

I tell him, "Your salary".

-Smarter than Cervantes, eh?
-I told you.

Time is up, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you all for coming.

Thank you, very much.

Excuse me.
Is he not giving any more interviews?

Tomorrow in the cemetery.
But only for a privileged few.

-Thank you.
-In the cemetery?

-He does have a gruesome taste.
-Have you seen the Russian?

No, but he'll show up. Let's go.

There are things
you don't forget so easily.

That's why they invented nightmares.

I'm sorry I woke you.

I sleep very lightly too.

Losing Julián was hard.

-How is Amelia coping?
-She'll get over it.

She's stronger than most
and smarter than anyone.

She's an extraordinary woman.

Let's get some sleep.

Tomorrow we have
to be fresh as daisies.

Is there a problem, miss?

You're not on the list
of accredited media.

-What?
-No, that can't be right.

Check it again, please. We've traveled
all night from Madrid for this.

No, I'm very sorry,

but you won't be able to talk
with Mr. Hitchcock.

No, there must be something we can do.
Who can we talk to?

Is there any problem?

They're not on the list.

-It's okay, no problem. Let them in.
-Are you sure?

I'm sure about the amazing grace
of this fascinating lady.

-What the hell's going on here?
-Hitchcock likes how I look.

Working with Dalí was
an imense pressure.

His work lasted 20 minutes
on the screen,

but unfortunately the producer
didn't liked.

so it was cut
to just a couple of minutes.

Today, everything is about money.

Have you ever thought
about becoming an actress?

I thought you prefer the blondes.

The blondes make the best victims.

They're the virgin snow that shows up
the bloody footprints.

But I don't want
to make a victim of you,

I want to make you a star.

Let's make a deal.

Come to "Vertigo" premier tomorrow.

I invite you.

See the movie, get fascinated,
and let's talk afterwards.

Okay.

So what do you say
is the best film so far?

The best film? Well...

I don't know... Maybe...

Don't move,
or I'll open a window in your head.

Are you all right?

Know what?

We're going to have
a very interesting conversation.

-Do you speak Slav?
-No.

But Nikita here
speaks Spanish perfectly.

We should call Salvador.

This is kidnapping,
we can't keep him here.

He helped kill Marta and he isn't moving
until he tells me why.

Fuck you, bastard!

Are you sure he speaks Spanish?

Better than I do,
but he's acting tough.

But it's okay. I'm going
to make myself perfectly understood.

Who are you?
Why are you following Hitchcock?

Go to hell.

You want me to continue?
I'd be delighted.

Pacino, stop.

Fucking talk. Who are you?
Talk. Talk!

Why did you kill Marta,
you son of a bitch? Why? Why?

-Pacino, please!
-Stop! Or he'll never talk again.

You can kill me if you want.

I'm not going to tell you anything,
bourgeois scum.

If you're going to keep talking in Slav,
you should shut up.

-We won't fix anything like this.
-Speak for yourself.

-Didn't you want him to confess?
-Among other things.

Pacino.

If you want me to stop,
words won't be enough.

Talk!

I can't believe it. You're obsessed.

Get away from the window.
They can see you.

I'd rather be obsessed now
than regretful later.

They're just doing their work.

They're pretending,
They're very clever.

And you're paranoid.
I'm sorry, but you're losing it.

-Look, look. Come on.
-Shit.

You see?
I said something was going on.

-I'll be right back.
-You see?

-What are you doing down here?
-What?

-Why are you down here?
-I'm looking for the washrooms.

They're upstairs,
next to the offices.

Thank you.

Yes?

I'll be right there.

-What do we know?
-Still nothing.

That's impossible.
She went down 30 minutes ago.

She must be chasing him
through the doors.

We have informed various eras.
All the officials are on alert.

No one has seen her,

not in the offices
or the cafeteria, nowhere.

Where are you, Irene?
Where are you?

It was hard,
but I told you he'd talk.

-Pacino.
-You?

-What's she doing here?
-Amelia called me to come.

-Fuck.
-She did what she had to do.

A matter like this can't be dealt with
behind the Ministry's back.

She dealt with it,
ignoring her colleagues and friends.

Stop, Pacino.

-You say I can trust you.
-I turn my back, and what do you do?

-You call the Ministry.
-She only called me.

No one else knows, for now.

What did he tell you?

What we knew,
there's a plot against Hitchcock.

They want to kidnap him
at the premiere of his film.

You know what that means?
The Cold War is at its height.

Cold? No, isn't there good weather?

After World War II, the Americans
and the Russians didn't exactly get on.

But it didn't go beyond threats.
It never went further.

All that could change
if they kidnap Hitchcock.

The consequences are unforeseeable.
We have to go back to the Ministry.

Pacino, we both know
that this can't be solved any other way.

Don't worry, Deputy Secretary.
We'll take it from here.

And I'm sorry for bothering you.
Yes, yes, I'll pass them on.

Thank you.

Regards from Azpilicueta
from his ministry in 1982,

although I fear it's irony.

Our relationship
isn't exactly good right now.

When you come back, sort it out.
We're busy now.

Irene, what do we know
about the laborer?

You're still worried
about that poor bricklayer?

I worry about what I want,
I'm the boss.

Francisco Morales, bricklayer,
born in Cantimpalo in 1964.

Married, no children.
Recently operated for his prostate.

I see,
and how does he explain the walkman?

A gift from his late mother. He likes
listening to Sabina while he works.

He was looking for a bathroom.
He was nearly wetting himself.

He can piss
in the bar across the street.

He can't wander round here
like Pedro in his house.

-Who's this Pedro?
-It's an expression.

It comes from entering
like Pedro in Huesca.

Pedro I of Aragon,
who fought the Moslems

and entered the enemy lines
with great ease.

You didn't know that, did you?
Well, neither did I.

Where am I?

Do you have a wife? Children?

If you want to see them again,
it's best you don't know.

So you want to kidnap Hitchcock. Why?

The man who interrogated you
is out there.

I can call him in again.

We wanted to take him
to the Soviet Union

to make him the new Eisenstein.

Who's that?

The most important Soviet director
in history.

But for what?

The Party wants Hitchcock
to shoot a propaganda film

for the regime,

one that will restore
the glories of its cinema.

I see.

And how will they convince him
to make films for them?

-Don Alfredo has quite a temper.
-And a sick wife.

A few months ago, his wife Alma
was diagnosed with breast cancer.

They'll promise him that she'll have
all the doctors in the country

at her disposal.

Not to mention
that they'll be treated like royalty.

Drink, food...

If there's lots of food,
that'll convince him.

This reminds me of when, in 1978,

the North Koreans kidnapped
the best director in South Korea

and also his wife, an actress.

During the eight years of captivity,

they made seven films for the father
of the present dictator.

I don't see why we have
to get involved in this mess.

That glutton has got nothing to do
with our history.

In 1958, after the signing
of the military bases treaty,

Spain became a strategic enclave
for the U.S.

Franco took advantage of it.

In 1959,
President Eisenhower visited Spain.

For the dictatorship,
it was the way out of the isolation

it had suffered since the civil war.

Any incident regarding Hitchcock

would be a disaster
for future Spain-U.S. relations.

The director became
an American citizen in 1955.

So, we have to save Hitchcock
to help Franco.

No, we have to help him so that history
continues being as it is.

I assure you, I hate dictatorships.

"Psycho" is my favorite film
and I want it to continue to be.

Another thing. Hitchcock must forget
his fascination for Amelia

or Antonio Banderas will never be
the international star he is today.

That's true.

If Tippi Hedren
doesn't become Hitchcock's muse,

her daughter Melanie Griffith will never
be an actress or his future wife.

So, what's the plan?

Courtesy of Mr. Petrov,

we know they'll try to kidnap Hitchcock
at the end of the screening.

You'll get ahead of them.

How will we get him
to leave his seat?

We have an advantage
that the KGB don't have.

We know that
at the San Sebastian premiere,

"Vertigo" will have a different ending
from the one we know today.

I had no idea.

It's a sequence that Hitchcock
refused to shoot himself

but the producers
insisted on including it.

The sequence is barely two minutes

but we know that Hitchcock
got up from his seat and left.

He didn't like that ending.
He hated it.

For him, the end was when the bells
rang, after Kim Novak's death.

At that moment,
Hitchcock will leave the box

and Amelia will persuade him
to accompany her to a safe place.

Amelia, the bells will be your signal.
Remember, you only have two minutes.

Well, it seems a simple mission,

but those ones
usually get complicated.

So, good luck, everyone.

And now, if I may,
I'd like to speak to Mr. Pacino.

If it's to bawl me out
about Azpilicueta, don't bother.

No, no.

I just wanted to know
how you're coping, about Marta.

Not very well.

You know you can't do
what your father did.

You can't change the past.

Even if it hurts, she's dead.

And according to this,
there are no doors

to July 21, 1958
for a long time yet.

You looked at it too, didn't you?

Why is it so hard to go back
to the day before when we screwed up?

Because our life is what it is,

with our successes
and our screw-ups.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be human.

Excuse me.

The cuttlefish is inside.
I repeat, the cuttlefish is inside.

Hello, Mr. Zuipeta.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

-Beautiful reception.
-Thank you very much.

-Amelia, over to you.
-On my way.

-Everyone to their posts.
-Understood.

Let's move.

-Good evening, Amelia.
-Good evening, Mr. Hitchcock.

You finally made it.

You didn't get a personal invitation
from master of suspense every day.

I'm very sorry, but we have to go.
Enjoy my movie.

Don't get too excited, my dear.

You're not the first
of my husband's crushes.

But at the end of the day,
he always returns to Alma. Always.

-What did the lady say?
-Nothing pleasant.

Any news?

Have you spotted the Soviets?

Negative. There are no Slavs in sight.

Pacino. Pacino, answer.

The Soviets forced me
to fake my death.

Do they know about the Ministry?

They contacted me in '82.

They sent me a photo of my father.
They kidnapped him.

We can beat them. We're not alone.

-My old patrol is here.
-Impossible, they're too powerful.

-Azpilicueta?
-There was never any mission.

It was all a set-up.
An excuse to travel to '58.

-And when they saw I was with you...
-I had to pretend I was dead.

The signal to start the deceit
was the letter pi.

They thought that you'd run away.

We know their plans.
They won't get to Hitchcock.

They will. They want you to do it,
or they'll kill me and my father.

Help me.

I don't want to see this final.

It's my turn.

Amelia, what are you doing here?

I want to talk to you in private.

I'm speechless about the "Vertigo",

but at the same time,
I have so many questions.

Now?

-I'm not sure...
-It's now or never, Hitch.

Mr. Hitchcock, sorry.
Come with me.

-Maybe later, my dear friend.
-No, now. It has to be now.

Don't insist. I'm busy.

Cuttlefish.

We go to La Nicolasa,
cuttlefish in its own ink...

-Cuttlefish?
-Cuttlefish.

Go, Mr. Hitchcock.
I'll catch up with you later.

You won't get rid of me that easily.

Thank you. See you soon.

This way, please.

EXIT

BACKSTAGE

Is everything alright?

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

And the Russians?

About to arrive. Where's Hitchcock?

We can't betray the Ministry.

Are you crazy?
They'll kill all of us.

You and I can escape together
and save your father.

You have no idea.
Tell me where he is.

Where you can't find him.
It was all a lie, wasn't it?

I told you it wouldn't work.

The last one.
Aren't you a busy man?

First a waiter in a hotel,
then a spy...

Shut up, idiot.

Police! Call the police!

Was it a lie about your father too?

He died long ago, too long.

As well as Hitchcock, you wanted
to sell the Ministry to the Russians.

It's more complicated that it seems.

Tell us where Hitchcock is.

You'll have to kill me.

Very well.

Kill him.

Drop the gun, traitor.

You were in the cemetery,
you led me to the Russian.

With him gone,
the only way to convince me

was to remind me how much you love me
and how afraid you are.

I decided to cover my back.

Everything's okay?

Yes, everything's okay.

Wait. No, I'm not okay.

I need your help.

Alonso, go outside
and see how things are.

-Are you sure you don't need me?
-I'm sure.

Amelia, I'm going back to the theater.
All under control here.

Do you know what the Russians could do
if they controlled the Ministry?

You think I was going to tell them
about time travel?

Then why do this?

You know
I've never liked dictatorships.

They were the perfect key
to ending this one.

By preventing Eisenhower
from coming here to meet Franco.

Exactly. I thought you'd understand.

I do, but I work for the Ministry

and I have to protect history,
like it or not.

You didn't think that
when you saved your father.

-Who's behind this? Azpilicueta?
-That penpusher has no idea.

Then, who are you?

In the Ministry prison
I won't really need this.

You're not going to prison.

Get the hell out,
I never want to see you again.

Marta has escaped.
I repeat, Marta has escaped.

I'm really sorry. I can't travel
with you to the United States.

The first one to leave me
was Ingrid Bergman.

then Grace Kelly, and now you.

I don't seem to have much luck
with women.

You're a very lucky man.

You found your soul mate
many years ago,

your lovely wife, Alma.

-Goodbye, Amelia.
-Goodbye, Mr. Hitchcock.

And don't forget, go for Tippi.
Tippi Hedren.

Don't worry about
the health problem, madam.

It's going to be just fine.
I know for sure.

How do you know?

-How's the patient?
-Busy, he's got a visitor.

-Dr. Guillén?
-No, someone I don't know.

A Mr. Churrero, I think. I didn't ask,
the boss is in a foul mood.

I'm just happy
they've fixed the heating.

Are you sure he'll do it?

If Churriguera is on the staff,
why not use him?

-Do you mind?
-Go ahead.

I hope you told him we want
a serious renovation, nothing fancy.

Of course, what did you think?

Come in.

Congratulations, patrol.
You did an excellent job.

Mr. Hitchcock is back in the U.S.
safe and sound.

And in time to start filming
"North by North East"

"North West".

Gadzooks. I've never seen you
make a mistake before.

-Do we know anything about the dead man?
-No, we're still investigating.

-And Petrov?
-Believe me, he knows nothing.

Then we'll have to send him back
to his time.

Ernesto, see to it tomorrow.

What I don't understand is why the KGB
has an agent in the Ministry of Time.

We'd know
if Marta Sañudo hadn't escaped.

I'm sorry, really, I was an idiot.

-It won't happen again.
-Don't torture yourself, Pacino.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have things to do.

Excuse me, boss.

Can you talk to me for a minute?

In the end, someone always appears.

-I don't understand how she escaped.
-Neither do I.

But some things are better left unknown.

You should always try
to know everything.

Carlos, can I have three beers?

-I know you're closing.
-All right, the last ones.

Thanks.

To what do we owe this?

To the fact that you'll have
to put up with me for a while.

-And your father?
-Under control.

-Welcome.
-I'm delighted.

So am I.

I'm sorry about all that happened
to bring you here.

Well... Let's go.

What is this? What is...?

A man has been killed
in the interrogation room.

I don't know what you're talking about.

To Greece! We'll win the war!

Tell me about Marta.
You let her escape.

It's up to you to ensure that Hitler
has no chance of winning World War II.

William Martin, I presume.
I'm Lola Mendieta.

Do we really have
to save that traitor?

Technically,
she still hasn't betrayed us.

-Where do we start looking?
-We're Spanish, in the bar.

I didn't say anything.

The order is if you see her weakening,
you know what to do.

Here.

My God.

Willie, tell me,
what can I do for you?

If we don't get them out,
they'll die like flies.

Hang on.

Oh, my God!

-Not again.
-Do we let them die?

Angustias, get me the 1943 Ministry.
It's urgent.

Thousands of lives are at stake.

Aren't we playing at being God?

Perfect.

Everything that happens
in the Ministry from now on

will be your fault, Salvador.

Your fault.