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IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

I want to make you a star.

See? I told you something was going on.

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

I'll care about what I want, that's why I'm boss.

I'm looking for the restroom.

They want to kidnap him at the movie's premiere.

Do you know what that means? We're in the Cold War.

Any hitch with Hitchcock would be a disaster

for future relations between Spain and the U.S.

-What's the plan? -They'll try to kidnap Hitchcock

at the end of the screening.

You'll have to beat them to it.

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

-We can't betray the Ministry. -Kill him.

-What do we know about the laborer? -He went down looking for a restroom.

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

Marta has escaped. I repeat, Marta has escaped.

-Welcome. -I'm so glad.

So am I.

In the end, someone always turns up.

LUCHON, FRANCE, 1943

Do you want to join us?

No, thank you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend.

You could pretend a little. It's bad to attract attention.

I know, but it's beyond me.

Are the tickets ready?

Have I ever let you down?

I think that's your man.

I thought I wouldn't make it. It's a goddamn blizzard.

Do you like meat?

I love mincemeat.

William Martin, I presume.

Nice to meet you. I'm Lola Mendieta.

It seems you don't like German music.

-I prefer pasodobles. You? -I'm more into flamenco.

Why are you staring at me?

I never imagined you'd be so young.

I didn't think an Englishman would have an Andalusian accent.

My mother is from Huelva, Riotinto. She met my father there...

Don't tell me about your life. If they kill you, I'll feel less.

They won't kill me. The Virgin of the Rosary protects me.

Shit.

Are those pigs here? In which corner?

Discreetly.

Here are all the papers. Get away when I say.

We both can't get out of here.

Now.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 23 TIME OF SPIES

KEYS TO WORLD WAR II

-What's the time? -Eight o'clock.

He's late.

I don't know why you want to see him.

Because I don't want to die, Lucía.

And I haven't much time left.

Put some makeup on me, I don't want to look ugly.

As you wish.

Here.

-I don't know what you mean. -A man was killed

in the Ministry's interrogation room in front of our faces.

Whoever did it got away.

I had nothing to do with it, Salvador, I swear.

Since I deserted, I've only been in the Ministry

when you arrested me and when I helped you get Darrow.

Sons of bitches.

It's their fault that I'm dying,

that's why I called you, for you to save me.

I'm not God.

But you run the Ministry

and you can stop Darrow from starting to time travel.

Do it for me and you'll have the full book of doors.

What are you going to do?

I can't accept Lola's offer.

If Lola had nothing to do with the Russian's murder...

Whoever did it works in the Ministry or a previous one.

-No, it's impossible in this one. -Never use that word here.

Until now, well, except Lola,

we've always fought enemies that used time doors unknown to us.

But they never entered the Ministry. Nor did they know about it.

-Another rebellion. -Exactly.

And we don't have enough people to watch the halls and doors.

Not to mention the VAT, we pay 21% for costumes,

like some theater company.

Sure. A lot of talk about how our history is sacred,

but we, who keep it intact, don't get one euro.

It's all my fault. You were right and I didn't listen.

Yes, I was right but I was full of tranquilizers.

Naturally you thought I was obsessed.

Don't blame yourself, Irene.

Excuse me, but it's urgent. It's Lola Mendieta.

-Did she die? -It's not about Lola Mendieta from now.

It's a call from the Ministry of 1943.

I know we can't change history, but shit, the coffee,

they could make it a bit better.

Something wrong?

Tell me about Marta.

Amelia... Life isn't always the way you want it.

Life is what it is.

I arrived in 1981 and I was alone. I met Marta and, well...

I'm not interested in you as a couple. What you and I did...

-That. -Yes, that.

It doesn't mean we're engaged or anything.

Being from the 19th century doesn't mean I think

that women have to marry and have children.

-Fine. So why ask me about Marta? -Did you let her get away?

Yes. Yes.

-Are you going to tell the boss? -No, I'd never let a comrade down.

But I hope you don't let us down again.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

You're not going to tell me my clothes are too tight again?

No. You look beautiful, as usual.

-Is something wrong? -No, I'm fine.

-Doesn't look like it. -No, it's only...

Work's calling.

Only what?

We really have to save this traitor?

Well, technically, she still hasn't betrayed us.

We're talking about 1943,

ten years before we recruited her for the Ministry.

Lola Mendieta would be around 23.

Saving a young woman who's about to die now...

-Aren't we playing God? -No.

We're trying to save history and this Ministry.

-Ernesto, please... -Yes.

Lola was arrested by the Nazis

when she was about to cross the border with an English officer.

He got away, but she's being taken to a concentration camp.

She'll be tortured until she gives them the details of Operation Mincemeat.

20th Century Fox, "The Man Who Never Was".

Gee, you know it?

That's the name of the film that told the whole story.

It was one of my favorite movies as a kid

and a key operation in World War II.

"Mincemeat", isn't that an English dish?

-Sure. Mincemeat, because of the corpse. -What corpse?

I'll explain from the start so you all understand, okay?

In 1943, in the middle of World War II,

Germany had occupied practically all of Europe.

Spain declared itself neutral.

You know, the meeting in Hendaya, Hitler...

Yes, we know, I assure you.

England, with France occupied, had to react somehow.

The key was the landing in the Mediterranean

and that's where Operation Mincemeat came in.

It was meant to trick Hitler.

The English sent a submarine to the coast off Huelva

and launched a corpse into the sea.

The currents took it to Punta Umbría.

The dead man was an English officer.

The official story says he was a beggar who killed himself with rat poison.

I can't recall his name now. A fisherman found him in the sea.

The body had false papers to trick the Germans.

They said there was to be a landing in Greece

when it was really Sicily.

The papers reached Hitler, who believed it like a child.

They're genuine, Führer.

To Greece! We'll win the War!

Operation Mincemeat hastened the end of World War II

and saved many thousands of lives.

What's wrong?

All that won't happen

if Lola is interrogated and tells what she knows.

In your hands is making sure that Hitler has no chance of winning World War II.

Mr. Jiménez, who speaks German, will accompany you on the mission.

Where are we going exactly?

Urdos, a French village.

Wasn't she headed for a concentration camp?

Yes, in Gurs.

We have to intercept Lola before she gets there. Follow me.

I don't understand. We're invading foreign soil?

Isn't that against Ministry rules?

It's a few kilometers and it's a matter of national security.

You've already been to New York and that's further than Cuenca.

Or don't you remember, Alonso?

Here we are. Door 222.

Cookies good for you too, too, too...

Sorry, a silly thing from when I was a kid.

People.

Let's go.

Lion's Head here. Over.

Can you repeat that? Over.

Perfect. Over and out.

Here they come. Everyone in position. The rabbit's about to enter the warren.

God, a rabbit, a lion... All we need is an eagle,

our friend the crocodile and this is "Man and the Earth".

-What? -Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente?

Right, see you. God...

Halt!

Papers, please.

I should've stayed with Ernesto.

Sure, you look so German...

A problem?

Perfect.

We're taking the prisoner to Gurs.

I have orders to take her personally.

Read it.

Two jeeps are coming.

Shit!

I wasn't told we were to be relieved.

The decision was made after you left.

Our spies have warned us of a possible French attack.

We have to warn them.

Ernesto.

I'm your superior! You must obey me!

I have an order I must obey!

Give a me a smoke, comrade.

We'll take it from here.

Read this.

A smoke, please.

This is a special mission.

Yes.

If you want an escort, fine,

but she's our prisoner.

He can't speak or that guy will find out.

I'm your superior.

Unless we get them away, they'll drop like flies.

Hold on.

What's the capital of Germany?

Yes.

It's a trap!

Shit. Let's go.

-Let's go! -Hurry!

Get out!

Come with me.

Lola, come with me. There's no time to lose. Let's go!

My God.

Go, we have to get out of here.

We have to save them.

-It's madness, Alonso. -Run to the car! Go!

Run to that car!

Get away!

-Let's go! -Leave me behind.

-Get away! -Retreat. That's an order.

-Ernesto! -Get away! Get away!

Stop going over it. You did what you could.

We have to go back and save Ernesto.

-It's suicide. You've been warned. -You're letting them die?

No, not at all. But we have to hurry.

You have to go to Huelva, to Punta Umbría,

to 1943 to locate the Englishman who escaped from the Nazis.

Remember, his name is William Martin.

Memorize this face.

-It's him. -What do we do when we find him?

Help him to make Operation Mincemeat a success.

You don't need to explain it to him, he knows it off by heart.

I'll take you to Door 657, it'll take you to Úbeda.

There you'll have a car to drive to your destination.

Just one thing. The girl, Lola Mendieta,

will end up being a traitor, but she could've escaped

and she stayed to save Ernesto. Just that.

I want a report on all the missions Lola Mendieta did for the Ministry.

If she dies, they'll have to be done again, and there are many.

So you've given up Lola and Ernesto for dead.

We must be ready for anything.

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

Well, it looks like we're sharing a cell.

So they can listen to us talk.

And not just that, I know their tactics.

If I'm a mess after interrogation,

I may talk so that they don't hurt me anymore.

It's the Inquisition.

Yes, I know a lot about that. I've made a study of it.

God, Pacino, can't you go any faster? I can feel my hair growing.

If I speed up, this heap will burn out.

This car's as old as the hills.

Jeez! This is what we get for rushing.

Oh, so now it's my fault.

They say the spare car... is almost here.

We're going to get there fast now, eh, Alonso?

-It's crazy. -You bet.

I mean Operation Mincemeat.

It's named after a dish, they use a corpse to trick the enemy...

You need a writer's imagination to come up with this.

That's what he was. His name was Ian Fleming.

He was in the British Secret Service.

Later he became a novelist, he created James Bond.

-Who's that? -You've never heard of 007?

Agent 86?

Then forget Anacleto, Secret Agent, right?

Jesus Christ, man...

I've received a message from the Ministry from 1943.

They say the canary is about to enter the cage.

Perfect.

Angustias. Sit down, please.

If you need to draft a letter, I'll get my book.

No, not a letter.

I just need to talk to someone or I'll explode.

Look at this photo.

It's from a year after I recruited her in 2007.

-Ten years ago. -For us.

-For her it was... -1953.

-A bad time for this country. -That's war for you.

The odd thing is that Lola Mendieta's father

approved of the '36 uprising.

He feared that the Republicans would take his businesses away.

Though his side winning didn't help him much.

Someone close to power had his eyes on Mendieta's businesses

and they sent him to a re-education camp.

Actually, it was a concentration camp, but it sounded more refined.

They took it all, his houses, his factories...

And your father?

He died of tuberculosis in prison.

My mother and I went into exile in Mexico.

But she missed her sister, so we returned to Madrid.

The French Resistance contacted me and I started working for them.

-How old were you? -20.

I spoke French and English, and I'd started learning German.

I'd been educated as what I was, a fine lady.

-The perfect spy. -If I were, I wouldn't be here now.

How many have you saved?

A lot. 83.

They were all Republicans or Jews fleeing the repression.

The former I took to France

and the Jews to Spain so the Nazis wouldn't hunt them down.

Thank you. I have Jewish blood.

When the World War ended,

Lola thought the Allies would enter Spain

and return the favor that she and many other Spaniards

had done by fighting on their side.

But they didn't lift a finger.

That hit her hard.

When her mother died, she had nothing to fight for.

And then you appeared.

I gave her a reason to keep fighting.

But the same idea always went around in her head.

Why not change history and stop all that suffering?

You pity her, even with the headaches she's given you.

Nor can I save her from cancer now

or perhaps stop her from dying at just 23.

-And all for a twist of history. -I don't understand.

Here are all the missions Lola carried out as a spy for the Allies.

She never participated in Operation Mincemeat,

the Nazis never arrested her

and the Englishman who oversaw the Punta Umbria thing

entered from Portugal.

Nothing is like what's happening now?

Nothing.

The simple flutter of a butterfly

can change the world.

Bloody butterfly.

Let me...

Let me help you. Gently.

Gently, here.

-Alright... -No.

Take it easy.

My God.

I didn't talk.

I didn't say anything.

-Where do we start looking? -We're Spaniards. In the bar.

-Never a dull moment here. -You sing your sorrows away.

And in this time there was a lot of sorrow, I assure you.

When I don't see you

All I do is cry

I can't bear not seeing you

I have a sorrow...

But wasn't he English?

If he is, he's adapted pretty damn well.

...that makes me wonder

If a love can kill

Hit me, Paco.

It's all good.

-What do you want, miss? -To talk to you.

-About what? -I'm a friend of Lola Mendieta.

-Who turned me in? -No one. We're here to help you.

With what?

Mincemeat.

Any news of Lola?

-Still captive. -Along with a dear friend of ours.

So young. A shame. What is it in Spain?

They only recruit young girls to fight fascism?

-She's not as young as she looks. -Let's get to what brought us here.

There isn't much to be done.

London suspended Operation Mincemeat.

They think Lola will talk and the surprise factor will be lost.

Unless it's carried out, Hitler could win the War.

Win or not, that bastard has changed everyone's lives.

I'm not going down without a fight.

If we surrender, Lola's death will be in vain.

I'll call London again.

FOREIGN OFFICE, LONDON, 1943

POSSIBLE TO RESUME OPERATION MINCEMEAT

Our contact in Spain says that it's safe to resume de operation.

-No. Mincemeat has been aborted. -Yes, but, sir, that's ridiculous...

I said, Operation Mincemeat has been aborted, officer.

Yes, sir.

Mincemeat has been aborted.

OPERATION MINCEMEAT ABORTED

Sons of bitches! Sons of bitches!

Bastards! Bloody bureaucrats!

No, no! Calm down. We have to keep a cool head.

They have no idea, no idea.

For an Englishman he swears wonderfully in Spanish.

William, shall we take a walk on the beach?

We can get some air, right?

-Good, let's go to the beach. -Sure, the beach.

Let's go to the beach.

At least they left us the soup.

Jeez.

Relax.

Thanks.

I hope these bastards don't win the war.

They'll lose. I'm sure of it.

Look, I nearly died in battle twice.

That's the greatest honor for a soldier.

-Alonso, don't confuse him. -No, your friend talks like a soldier.

-I am and I will be till I die. -Then you'll understand me.

I fought for democracy and freedom

so that my wife and two sons didn't live in a world of shit.

We'll achieve that.

It's already too late.

My wife died with my son aged 12 in a bombing in London.

My other son joined the Army.

He didn't last one week on the African front.

I have no one to fight for now.

But I need revenge on those Nazi murderers, and now I can't.

We understand your pain and we want to help you.

We can organize the operation from here.

-How? -We need false papers,

a bank overdraft, a ticket to a London theater

and documents pointing to a landing in Greece.

Well, and a dead man.

How do you know so much about the mission?

Lola told us. In case something happened to her.

If London won't carry out Operation Mincemeat,

we'll carry out Operation Meatball.

-Meatball. -Meatball.

Good name.

Come with me, I'll introduce you to some friends.

We're going to need them.

You're Andalusians, but with English customs.

We're also English. We're a blend of both.

It's strange to me, the cultures being so different.

She thought that about me too. They met me singing fandango.

He's the world's best blonde flamenco singer.

No, we can attest to that.

Isabel, bring more biscuits, please.

My father, grandfather as well as my husband

worked for the Riotinto mines.

I still work there, in Riotinto Company Limited.

They married Huelva girls

and brought their English customs, their punctuality...

-Necessary. -Tea...

-Delicious. -And football.

The best. The world's greatest sport.

Don't tell me you like that absurd game?

William played for Recreativo,

a club the English also helped to found.

And one German, but those were other times.

There you have it.

He was a top striker, an idol.

I wasn't that good,

not to play for Manchester United, which was my dream.

Why is football absurd to you?

A game where you can't use your hands is pointless.

-We should discuss other matters. -Of course, dear.

Isabel, let's take a walk, honey.

Well, Willy, what can I do for you?

Not again.

A priest?

-Yes. I'm Father Azcárate. -Don't trust him.

If they let him in, he works for them.

I understand your anger, but I assure you, I only work for God.

I'm so sorry for what's happening to you.

Do you want to say confession?

Very kind, but I don't want confession.

When I die I'll tell God, if I see him, how godforsaken his servants are.

Time is what it is, and we don't have much.

I think you should confess.

I have a message from Salvador Martí for you.

-I'm listening. -Your comrades are in Huelva

reorganizing the operation with the Englishman.

-But she mustn't talk. -She won't, she's strong.

Are you sure?

No.

The order is that if she weakens...

...you know what you have to do.

-Here, take it. -My God.

Thousands of lives are at stake. And history.

Yes, bloody history.

I forgive you, my son, in the name of the Holy Spirit.

We're done, you son of a bitch.

It's a relief that these twits don't speak Spanish, isn't it?

Isn't that the laborer with the Walkman?

Exactly, the one that killed the Russian.

How did you find him?

If these people don't leave loose ends,

this man hasn't much time left

and if he was wandering the Ministry at his ease,

he must be one of our agents, as you said.

And you searched the latest reports for dead or missing agents.

This is Francisco Rodríguez Melquiades,

agent in the Ministry of 1958,

missing on a mission in the 13th century.

After committing a murder.

While pretending to be on another mission.

I'll find out if other agents from our Ministry

are in the same situation, in this period or others.

Excuse me. Yes, go ahead.

I gave your message to Ernesto Jiménez.

Bad, it's bad.

The girl's tough, but they can't hold on long.

Thanks, Azcárate.

Stay in the zone and inform me of any changes,

though I fear they won't be very positive.

I'll deal with Paco. I just spoke to him.

-Who's Paco? -A top forger, an artist.

He'll take care of the papers.

I have the overdraft from Lloyd's Bank. The officer's card?

Take mine.

-Theater tickets? -From my last trip to London.

The letters from High Command, the map of Greece?

He'll get the map. I've got letters hidden away.

-Then I only need the photo. -Well, and a dead man.

We have to wait until Paco has all the papers,

or the body'll be dried out.

The main thing is that Nauss takes the bait.

-Who's Nauss? -The German Consul in Huelva.

He fought in the Civil War against the Republic.

He was in the Condor Legion that bombed Guernica.

I'll never understand how a soldier can kill innocent civilians.

That's no soldier, that's a fanatic. Luckily, I don't know him.

I haven't been back here since before the War.

Luckily, he doesn't know you.

And it has to stay that way, so let me handle it.

We're forgetting something important.

If we want to pass this man off as a British officer,

he'd need a wife, a girlfriend.

-These details make lies believable. -We'll have to find one.

Isn't she lovely, Isabel?

-She looks like an angel. -Thanks, sweetie.

A couple more photos and we're done.

A couple of photos? What about us?

-Come on. -Sure!.

-No, not me. -Come here!

-Leave it to me. -C'mon, Alonso!

-It steals your soul! -Come on!

-Make it a good one. -Go on.

-Switch. -That's enough for me.

Just the ladies.

-Now you, William. -I've got you.

There, there.

-And now... -No, no, no.

Let's make some goalposts.

Hey! Foul!

Pacino!

-Is something wrong? -Well...

The world's about to fall apart, God knows if Ernesto is alive,

and we're here playing, so happy...

It's called the spirit of survival, we're born with it in our brain.

-The brain and the soul. -C'mon, let's go.

-Right, what's going on? -Let's go!

I've dreamt of a world with no fascists.

It's been the driving force of my life.

And I'm going to die without achieving it.

The world's always been complicated

and it will be more so with each passing day.

One person can't fix it.

But one person can ruin it.

You're freezing.

-Come here. -You don't mind?

Of course not.

I'm frightened, Ernesto.

I don't know if I can take another interrogation.

Something new?

No movements of German troops in the Sicily has been reported.

That means that the Spanish spy has not spoken.

With all due respect, I think we should move forward on this.

Yes. Is everything prepared? I mean the corpse, and the submarine...

-Yes, sir. -Then let's move forward.

-Notify, Martin. -Very well, sir. Thank you.

GREEN LIGHT, OPERATION MINCEMEAT

I REPEAT, GREEN LIGHT, OPERATION MINCEMEAT

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Where are you going? -To write a love letter.

If he has a girlfriend, he'll write love letters to her

He'd also carry letters from her.

I don't know if I can write those.

They'll know by the handwriting that the same man wrote them.

-I'll get the Naylors to write them. -No need, I'll do it.

-You speak English? -Like Winston Churchill.

She's full of surprises.

A soldier wouldn't carry love letters, they'd distract him.

Meanwhile, we'll take a stroll.

What's the matter? Go on, tell me.

I'm embarrassed to talk of my troubles on such an important mission.

That's life, you deal with it. Don't be shy. Talk.

I've been with Elena for a long time.

I swear I've never laid with a woman so much.

-That's great. -But I can't get her pregnant.

It's one of three things, you're sterile, she is or she's on the pill.

What's this "pill"?

All the time you've been with her and you don't know?

They're called contraceptive pills

and if you take them you avoid getting pregnant.

But she should ask me, right?

Or can a woman take them without the man knowing?

You'd better discuss it with her.

But respect what she wants to do with her body.

It's hers, no matter how much you love her.

Are you thinking about Marta?

No, about William Martin. That name rings a bell.

You can look it up on that Net.

-I tried, there's no signal. -Oh, of course.

My dearest William,

It's been a long time since I've received a letter from you.

I know you write as soon as you can,

but time seems so dull, and I'm feeling a bit anxious, dear.

Please, my dear,

remember that I love you more than anything in the world,

and I want to come back to you one day.

I'm always thinking of you.

I'm writing you when the radio's playing a very beautiful old song.

I would love to dance with you now,

just how we did at Natalie's wedding.

Do you remember?

Cheek to cheek, under a sky full of stars.

I miss you every single day.

Are you alright?

Yes, it's nothing.

I wish you were here with us.

We need you.

We love you.

Is that it?

God, love letters don't have to be so long.

-Relax. I've finished. -Me too.

Now we just need one thing.

You have ten minutes. I'll keep a lookout.

No, too old. Let's see the other one.

Alonso.

This could work.

How could this poor devil be an English officer?

-They won't believe it. -Right...

-Two more bodies! -Let's go.

Great. With some makeup...

-She does have a mustache. -Pacino, please, a little respect.

That's right.

We're screwed.

Unless we kill someone we won't find a body that works.

It'd be the only solution, eh?

But I'd never kill anyone.

This will be impossible. If London had helped us...

Come on, let's go.

"It was an honor to meet you all."

"Remember me fondly. Martin".

Are you crazy?

I've never been saner in my life.

You can't die.

Why not? No one's waiting for me at home.

You're coming back with me.

You said there's no greater honor for a soldier

than to die in battle, and this is my battle.

I can save thousands of lives. I can help win a war.

Let me, my friend.

Here. I don't need it anymore.

Your wife and children

will be very happy to see you again.

He gave it to me before he left.

-Yes? -It's Naylor.

Where's William?

He decided to sacrifice himself.

Where is he?

Floating in the sea.

Idiot!

He sacrificed himself for nothing.

-What do you mean? -London's been trying to contact him.

They couldn't, so they sent us a coded message.

-Operation Mincemeat is on again. -That can't be.

It can. A sub's coming here

to put a body in the sea with all the papers.

Shit!

Oh, my God!

-Sir... -What's the matter? What's happened?

You're shitting me, the fucking wire...

He died because of a loose wire.

We have to recover William's body.

And let his death be in vain? No way.

Then they'll find two bodies and the mission will fail.

Naylor was right.

History's back on its course. Better leave it like that.

SUBMARINE SUNK

What does it say?

MISSION NOT ACCOMPLISHED

They sank the sub. There's no body.

Tell those nitwits there's no need now.

The mission's going ahead.

-Thank God. -And the Virgin of the Rosary.

If a local finds the body, they might recognize it.

Or Nauss could find out. The Nazis don't leave loose ends.

-What does that mean? -His face must be disfigured.

And the body reach us before the morgue.

I'll get a trusted fisherman to recover the body.

I'll deal with the other thing.

I'm sorry. That's how it happened.

-Like the movie. -Anything else?

He has to wear the crucifix.

-And the Virgin medallion. -Why?

So they bury him the same day and don't take him to Germany.

The town's very Catholic. They demanded respect for the body.

All good.

Perfect.

Did you need a German doctor, Mr. Nauss?

Yes.

Forensic science isn't very advanced in Spain.

I don't think the forensic people are so bad here,

since Herr Doktor has stated the same as them.

-Do you speak German? -I'm a businessman.

Anyway, I want to take the body to Berlin.

Forget it. He's a British subject.

-We're at war. -Not in Spain.

And this man was a Catholic.

He must have a Christian burial at once.

Call the mayor or the bishop. They'll be of the same opinion.

And they have their contacts too.

Alright.

What are you doing?

Taking the papers the body was carrying.

This invades the dead man's privacy.

I cannot allow it.

I respect your spiritual issues. Earthly ones are mine.

Mission accomplished.

A shame that William can't celebrate it.

He'll be celebrating, wherever he is.

-I'm sure. -Will Ernesto be alright?

I can't get him out of my head. Neither him nor William.

Or the young Mendieta woman.

Do you know what consoles me? We pulled one over Hitler.

They're genuine, Führer.

To Greece! We shall win the War!

-Yes. -A call from one Azcárate.

Put it through.

Go ahead, Azcárate.

We need to disinfect it.

There's no need now.

"Lord give eternal rest and perpetual light."

"Rest in peace. Amen."

Isabel, I have to go.

But first I want you to promise me something.

This grave will never lack flowers, okay?

Aim straight, you bastards! You're not frightened?

Yes, very, but they don't need to know that.

Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

-What is it? -I don't know.

What's going on? Who are you?

Just in time.

Quiet. We got a flat tire, I thought we wouldn't make it.

Who are you?

Someone who greatly values your work, Miss Mendieta.

Thank you.

-What'll you do with her? -Recruit her.

According to history, I'll recruit her in ten years.

Do you think she'll change?

One can always change.

Come in.

What are you doing here?

-I'm sorry. -Don't be cynical.

If you'd cared about Lola, you would've saved her.

And I did save her. I assure you that...

God, I'm sorry.

Everything that happens in the Ministry from now on

will be your fault, Salvador, your fault.

Lola left a letter for you.

"Painted, not empty."

"Painted is my house in the color of grand passions and misfortunes."

I knew the name William Martin rang a bell.

I checked the novel, which I read years ago,

I saw the film again, and the same thing.

A submarine left in the sea the body of a beggar

who'd killed himself with rat poison, as if he were an English officer.

His name: William Martin.

-But that means... -History is wrong, or they changed it.

Or history was waiting for us to make it happen.

Stop it.

I've pondered these questions since I've worked in the Ministry

and they make me dizzy.

I only know one thing.

He was a soldier and a true man of honor.

That's enough for me.

I wonder if there are still fresh flowers on his grave.

That's it, Grandma.

Without a doubt, the maiden of my dreams

was the same one we met in the ruins of Trasmoz.

She only gave us her name, Mencía.

Help me.

My brother Valeriano captured her intriguing beauty

in a drawing he kept as his life depended on it.

I have to find Mencía.

-Desperately seeking Mencía. -Yes, something like that.

"From My Cell" is the tenth letter by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.

-Tenth? He only wrote nine. -That's right.

Luckily, we intercepted a tenth in time, before its publication.

And we're setting up a mission because Bécquer wrote one more.

Instead of romantic comedy you should look at horror movies.

Don't read Bécquer's "Legends" or they'll loosen your bowels.

-You've read them? -Sure, I took a look.

They're disturbing. I don't understand.

Life is already arduous and dismal enough.

Why make up these chilling stories?

Because that's Romanticism.

Do you want me to instruct Lola as a Ministry agent?

Exactly.

In the woods we ran across a girl who looked lost.

-She's not from the village? -No.

She's a stranger. Stay away.

She's a witch.

Our head of logistics, Irene, will have told you, our head of logistics,

that she'll be instructing you.

Don't accuse me of pre-judging Lola, it's more like "post-judging".

So Bécquer's girl time travels.

If I didn't suspect it, I wouldn't have called you.