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William Martin, I presume.

I'm Lola Mendieta.

IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

-Why do you want to see him? -Because I don't want to die, Lucía.

Lola was arrested by the Nazi army

trying to cross the border with an English officer.

He escaped but she's being moved to a concentration camp.

Lola, come with me, we have to hurry.

-We must save them. -It's insane.

Are we going to let them die?

-Mincemeat. -20th Century Fox.

"The Man Who Never Was".

A man was killed in the interrogation room under our noses.

Whoever did it works in this Ministry. In this or in a previous one.

Another rebellion.

-You let her escape? -Yes. Are you going to tell the boss?

I'd never let a colleague down. I hope you won't do that again.

My God.

If London won't do Operation Mincemeat, we will do Operation Meatball.

-We just need the photo. -And a body, right?

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

They're real, my Führer.

To Greece! We'll win the war!

Fire!

The beating of a butterfly's wings can change the world. Fucking butterfly.

There she is! Come on!

Hurry! Don't let her escape!

This way!

-Come on! -Death to the harpy!

This way! This way!

I can't see anything!

-This way! This way! -Come on!

Don't let her get away!

-Come on! -Get her!

Help!

Have pity, have pity.

Help.

Help me. The rope.

-She's there! -Come on, come on!

Hurry.

They're coming.

Undoubtedly, the maiden of my dreams was the same one

we had met in the ruins of Trasmoz.

She only gave us her name, Mencía.

"My brother Valeriano"

"had captured her intriguing beauty in a sketch I guard like a treasure."

"I have to find Mencía".

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

"Letters From My Cell". It's the tenth letter by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.

-The tenth? But he only wrote nine. -That's right.

They were published in the newspaper "El Contemporaneo".

Fortunately we intercepted the tenth before its publication.

Are we setting up a mission because Bécquer wrote an extra letter?

No, it's not for the letter.

It's for this girl who came out of nowhere.

Or for this other one, in the engraving from 1687.

She's a witch.

Or for this older panel, still undated.

The girls' resemblance is more than reasonable.

So, Bécquer's sweetie travels in time.

If I hadn't suspected that, I wouldn't have called you.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 24 TIME OF SPELLS

Bécquer was ill with tuberculosis.

In 1863, he had a serious relapse,

and the two brothers and their families went to live at the Veruela monastery.

The pure air of Moncayo was known to be a treatment for tuberculosis.

-And was he cured? -No, air doesn't cure you.

-He died young, didn't he? -Yes, at 34.

After living for almost a year at the monastery,

Bécquer got a job in Madrid as a censor.

We know he left it and returned to Veruela,

pursuing his obsession for Mencía.

The originals of the two oldest images are in the archives at Trasmoz,

a town near the monastery with a strange history.

It's the world's only excommunicated town.

In the 13th century, Trasmoz refused to pay tribute to the monastery.

They even minted their own money.

And the witches' activity was at its height.

So the Pope excommunicated it.

An excommunication that has still not been revoked.

But that isn't all. Irene, tell them about the curse.

In 1511, the abbot of Veruela cast a curse

on the inhabitants of Trasmoz and their descendants

in a ceremony in which all the monks from the monastery participated.

They really hated them.

They couldn't stand that they were living in freedom.

-Heretics. -Don't worry, Alonso.

By the year you're traveling to, 1864,

Trasmoz had been Christianized for several centuries.

Your mission is to find Mencía.

If she does travel in time

you must capture her and prevent her interfering in the poet's life.

REGION OF TARAZONA AND EL MONCAYO, 1864

How much farther is it?

-Are you all right? -No.

-A few hours. -Do you want to go back?

-I won't make it. -What's wrong?

I've got diarrhea. I have to go, I have to go.

The problem is the spiral staircases.

Too many steps to get to the latrines.

I thought you were better. I hope the modern remedies work.

The past isn't a good place to have the runs.

Are you keen to meet Bécquer?

Yes, I'm a great admirer of his work. And you?

I learned a few rhymes at school, to hook up.

-And did it work? -"And you ask me? You are poetry".

People from the 20th century don't understand romanticism.

-The expert speaks. -The other day I watched a DVD,

a romantic comedy, and it wasn't romantic.

-Were there two lovers? -Yes.

But romanticism is the exaltation of the ego and the subjective,

of dissatisfaction with a world that limits us.

Damn, and I never knew.

Romantics prefer to meld their soul with wild, dark nature

that is the mirror of their emotions.

Fancy that.

Instead of romantic comedy, you should look at horror cinema.

Don't read Bécquer's legends if you don't want to get the runs.

-You've read them? -Yes, I glanced at them.

They're disturbing. I don't understand it.

Life is already dark and dismal, why invent hair raising stories?

Because that is romanticism.

You want me to instruct Lola as a Ministry agent.

Exactly.

I know I was unjust with Lola before she died,

but remember she was a traitor.

She betrayed the Ministry in another time.

We've changed, right?

She's the same.

Maybe I didn't involve Lola enough in the Ministry.

-You should understand that. -Please don't compare me with her.

I wanted to end injustices, build a better Ministry.

She trafficked in art, it isn't the same.

-She stole the book of doors from us. -No, she didn't.

She photographed it before the fire in the synagogue.

I didn't remember you as so benevolent with traitors.

Even the most lost sheep can come back to the flock.

-She isn't one of us. -That's why I need her.

I want her to see in you someone who can work for the system

and also be critical of it.

You think she'll be loyal?

What do we do if she isn't? Lock her up before she betrays us?

If I agree, you'll have to accept something in exchange.

If at the end I decide she isn't apt for the job,

you'll accept it.

Agreed.

Follow my lead.

Good afternoon, my good man.

Good afternoon, miss.

-What brings you to Trasmoz? -A promise to the Virgin.

We are walking from Soria to Saragossa.

You must be thirsty. Have some water and fill those skins.

Thank you.

-What is this? -Come and meet these pilgrims.

Aurelia, my wife.

-Delicious. -Aren't you drinking?

My stomach is a little upset.

I prefer to boil the water and make an infusion.

The water in Moncayo cures everything. Drink, man.

We'll spend the night at the Veruela monastery.

-Is it far? -A short distance, less than an hour.

In the forest we passed a girl who seemed lost.

-Is she from the town? -No.

She's a stranger. Stay away from her. She's a witch.

Look, there is our Damián.

-He'll soon make us grandparents. -Congratulations.

Well? What do you think of the Ministry?

Disconcerting.

Don't worry.

Everyone feels that at first.

Irene, our head of logistics, have told you that she is your instructor.

Are...

Are you interested in the job?

Of course.

I'm glad. Any questions?

What's outside?

-Outside? In the present? -Yes.

Don't go so fast.

There's a country that lives in democracy,

but still maintains past vices.

Our neighbors to the north look down on us

and we look down on those to the south.

-We have the country we deserve. -Is that good or bad?

Good question.

VERUELA MONASTERY, 1864

-It's wonderful. Cistercian Gothic. -Indeed.

-There he is. -I'll go.

She likes a poet more than a fool likes a pencil.

-Poets like pencils too. -It was a manner of speech.

This way, please.

How beautiful.

-Excuse me. -Amelia de Montejo.

-Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer. A pleasure. -The pleasure is mine.

Bécquer, Bécquer... Are you a writer?

-No one has called me that. -I read "El Contemporáneo".

I really liked your "Letters From My Cell".

An honor.

-What brings you back here? -Inspiration.

-And you? -A promise, but it's a long story.

Please, those are my favorites.

My brothers and I got into trouble sailing in the north. Our boat sank.

-How awful. -Seeing our lives in danger,

we prayed to the virgin and she listened.

-I'm delighted. -Have you been here long?

-A week. -This landscape must be inspiring.

Indeed. I go out every day to the forest.

In the forest we met a strange girl on her own.

Do you know her?

Why do you ask?

In Trasmoz they said she's dangerous.

Ignore them. They are uneducated and superstitious.

15 years ago, the neighbors killed a woman.

She was the last witch of Trasmoz, Aunt Casca.

-Come on! -No! Let go of me!

They said she came from a line of evil witches.

No! Let go of me! Let go!

They accused her of poisoning the crops and the animals.

And they lynched her.

-They threw her off a cliff. -That's awful.

What do you want?

I'm Juana!

I want an answer!

Do you have it?

It's a boy.

No, it won't work. Not everyone can do this job.

And I don't have prejudices against Lola.

They're not prejudices, they're "post-judices".

-I've known her a long time. -You don't have to convince me.

She spends all day nosing around in the archives.

-With whose authorization? -Ernesto's.

She says that's how you prepare to be an agent.

Unbelievable.

Hello. I've finished the psychotechnical test.

-When do we start tomorrow? -We haven't finished.

What do I have to do?

Tell me everything you remember about Salvador's office.

-Everything? -Everything.

Is there a problem?

I just think it might be more efficient if...

Very well, as you wish.

There's a Trojan helmet. It's a reproduction.

On the bookshelf there's a sand clock

and the handguard of a rapier sword, made into an ashtray.

On the wall to the right are eight coats of arms.

One of them has a condor.

On the wall to the left, there are four framed prints,

with sea scenes.

-Well, she likes art. -They're engravings.

I'm not the only one who can't sleep.

-Do you mind if I join you? -Please do.

I don't feel well. I'll spare you the details, because...

You can't sleep and I don't want to.

Why?

I have disturbing dreams.

Too many worries?

I listen to too many legends from superstitious people.

They remain shut away in my head

and the imagination is a runaway horse.

At times, one confuses the limits between reason and nightmare,

between the real and the supernatural.

That is right.

In literature it can be a relief,

but in real life it is a dangerous torment.

-Do you fear some danger? -I? No.

Aren't those a lot of questions?

-Tell me about you. -Me? Well, I...

I'm just a normal man, a friend to my friends.

Tell me about your shipwreck.

Amelia mentioned it, but I'd like to know a bit more.

It was very hard. Very hard, traumatic even.

The ship was rolling to port, to starboard.

We couldn't bail out so much water.

An enormous ice floe had hit the hull of the ship.

-The orchestra played on... -Was there an orchestra on the boat?

Yes, well, it was a cruise ship.

Like the Britannia?

More or less.

Undoubtedly you are people of means.

Death and fear level poor and rich. It was terrible.

The crew were shouting: "Women and children first".

There weren't enough lifeboats.

My brother and I jumped overboard, clinging to a board.

The Cantabrian Sea is so cold, it kills you with pain

before it can drown you.

The parquet is of oak, with a polished finish.

The carpet is imitation Persian, and there is dust under it.

-Under the carpet? -Yes.

Do you have x-ray eyes?

At the corner of the bookcase there is a plug.

There, at ground level, the wall is peeling a little,

possibly from damp.

Amelia!

-Amelia! -What is it?

Are you not dressed? Do you know what time it is?

-Amelia! -Come in.

About time.

I think I won Bécquer's trust last night while you were sleeping like logs.

Like babies, you mean. This is heaven on earth.

The last time I slept so well I was a carefree child.

Listen, Bécquer is worried about something.

-I think it has to do with Mencía. -Mencía.

If we follow him, he may lead us to her.

-No, I'm sure he will. -Then follow him.

If we go together, It'll be easier to watch him and find Mencía.

-We have to investigate in the town. -Please...

Pacino, you know who's in charge here.

It's so peaceful.

The water and the air of Moncayo are curative.

Undoubtedly.

And to think all this is plagued with witches.

Only a miracle gives back to God what is infected by the devil.

Look.

Come on, pull it up. Come on, as hard as you can.

Push harder!

Do you need help?

-We could use a hand. -Stay with them. We'll meet later.

May your day improve.

All right, on three.

One, two and three.

That's it.

-Thank you. -My pleasure.

-It's a great morning. -Beautiful.

The mosque in Cordoba has changed a lot.

This is just the start.

-Hello, Camilo. -Hello.

What can you tell me about Camilo?

Caucasian male, dressed as a Roman centurion,

-5'9, and a beginner. -Why?

-He has his gladius on the wrong side. -He could be left-handed.

No, he's a novice.

They hold the sword in their right hand and have the sheath on the left.

-I hope I haven't got him in trouble. -Not bad.

-Yesterday I wanted to talk to you. -To me?

-I'm no one. -Don't say that.

And smile, you're going to be a mother.

Are you a mother?

I will be, of a girl, I'm sure of it.

What's wrong?

Yesterday, you asked about the girl in the forest.

They all think she's evil, but she isn't.

Don't worry about her. I'm here, and nothing will happen to you.

Are you all right? Can you hold on to me?

Yes.

-Don't say anything, please. -What is it? Are you all right?

-It's the first pains. -It's very early.

Don't go out to the fields today.

And don't give birth till we come back.

-How can she...? -I know about this.

Her belly is still very high.

I'm going to feed the men. Will you come along?

Of course.

I could use your help.

You and Alonso should stay in Trasmoz.

Mencía. Mencía.

You can't stay here.

The townspeople fear you.

It's better that way. Don't worry.

They say you're the reincarnation of an old witch.

-Maybe I am. -Don't talk rubbish.

I have nowhere to go.

Come to Madrid.

-We'll find a safe place for you. -A castle?

A boarding house for young ladies. Then we'll see.

Why are you so good to me?

No, I'm just selfish and I don't want to lose you.

Why?

I don't know if the world of dreams is inside or outside me.

I only know that I dreamed of you for some reason.

Then you are the witch.

-I see you know the archives. -Yes, I was studying.

-I noticed these images. -Why is that?

Are you an art expert?

I've studied it since I was a child, along with history.

My mother insisted on it.

I'm pretty certain it's the same woman.

It is, we came to that conclusion.

She always has this rope with nine knots around her neck,

a common symbol in witchcraft.

-If she is a witch, why is she praying? -She isn't.

She's asking for forgiveness, her hands are tied.

We can date the painting thanks to this map.

It shows Ferdinand's kingdom of Naples, and also the Holy Roman Empire.

We know that the Holy See granted the kingdom to Ferdinand in 1510.

And also that in 1512

the term "Germanic" was added to the Holy Roman Empire.

And that doesn't appear here.

Therefore, this painting is from 1510 or 1511.

-That detail is fundamental. -That's not all.

There's the same difference in years between the portraits.

177.

As if she had gone through a door in 1510

to emerge in 1687 and then jump to...

...1864.

The stranger has been snooping in our forests for too long.

We must do something before the bishop finds out and prevents us.

-Do you think she's dangerous? -Haven't you seen her face?

-What if she poisons our water? -Should we hunt her?

She has to leave here. We'll throw her out.

-She stole chickens from me. -We can ask Alonso for help.

Those three are outsiders too.

Alonso and Amelia helped us. It's the other one who...

-Yes, he hides from us. -For some reason.

You must keep an eye on your wife, son. She's a trouble maker.

Recently she talks very quietly and thinks I don't notice.

I'll see to my wife. And you?

How often have I told you we must deal with the stranger and you never do?

We have to wait for the right moment.

Juana! Juana has given birth.

Why didn't you tell me she was in labor?

It's a boy.

With the date 1510, we looked in the archives of the Inquisition

and there was a Mancía Cabrera.

That year she was accused of witchcraft

but she managed to escape.

Maybe she heard that witches were wandering freely in Trasmoz

and off she went.

We must verify how she travels in time and if she knows any door.

Good work.

-Say it to Lola. -I'm glad Lola is collaborating.

Is that why you let her look in the archives unsupervised?

Well, she solved the riddle, didn't she?

-He's right. -Congratulate her for me.

We should inform the patrol.

-Have we heard from them? -No.

But every time you ask that, they call.

Irene?

-Let's call them. -Yes, of course.

Switched off or no signal.

Pacino!

-Where were you? -In the town.

All day? I thought something had happened.

What could happen?

-Was it at least productive? -It was very pleasant.

Pleasant? Are we here on vacation or what?

-No one said that. -I know where Mencía is hiding.

But as you weren't there, we missed our chance.

She may be gone tomorrow. So, what's our plan for tomorrow?

First, we rest. Tomorrow is another day.

-Good night. -See you tomorrow.

I'm amazed.

The baby! Someone's taken the baby!

Help, please!

Father! Father, the baby!

-What is it? -Someone's taken him!

-They came in and took him. -Calm down.

Calm down. We'll find him. Come on.

No, it was early this morning.

She's desperate.

We're all looking for him.

Please, we need your help.

-Of course. -Someone took the baby.

That's all we needed.

We must find him before the witch takes him away.

Are you sure it was her?

-Who else did it? -It was the stranger.

We'll find the baby and ask for help if we need it.

We won't. You know where the witch is hiding.

-Where is she? -No. I don't know.

-What do you mean? You told us... -I was wrong.

It was a shepherds' refuge.

I have to go back to Trasmoz.

-Go with her. -And you?

Excuse me a moment, please. Come with me.

I'm going to question Bécquer. I'll drag the truth out of him.

-I can help you. -No, no.

Go to the forest, they need you.

Help organize the search. We mustn't waste time.

Shit.

What are you looking for?

-The phone. -Why didn't you ask Amelia?

I have to call the Ministry. We need help to find the baby.

It's impossible.

-Why? -The phone is broken.

-What? -Yes, I stepped on it by accident.

-Are we out of touch? -Don't get upset.

We've got out of worse spots. And no one will hurt us here.

Have you ever accepted a bribe?

No.

Would you risk your life to rescue a colleague in danger?

Yes.

Have you ever conspired unknown to your superiors?

No.

-How long will this last? -As long as necessary.

You've never conspired unknown to your superiors?

Never. Why ask me again?

To give you a chance.

A confession in time is better than a lie.

Did you lie to Ernesto to get into the Ministry's archive?

I just looked for information, I wanted to help you.

-And to prove I'm worthwhile. -That sounds very nice.

But were you looking for anything else in there?

No.

She's lying.

What else were you looking for?

It's a pity. I was starting to like you.

-We've finished, thank you. -Wait.

I wanted to know if you had information about me.

-You shouldn't have done it. -I knew you had a problem with me.

Now do you see why?

The Lola Mendieta that I knew betrayed us.

Why should I be nice to you?

I wouldn't be nice to a traitor either, but I'm not a traitor.

Will you be? That's the million dollar question.

No.

She's telling the truth.

I looked at your service record.

-Are you going to give me a lecture? -No.

I was ashamed of myself. Well, of the future me.

At times laws are unjust.

But it's better to commit a crime fighting an injustice

than committing one.

Shit! Fuck! I'm leaving.

Help!

Help!

Can you help me?

I'm staying at the monastery.

-Do you have the baby? -It's mine.

-Yes, yes, it's your baby. -It's my baby.

Yes, it's your baby. Wait, don't go! Mencía, I can help you!

How can you do that?

They're coming for you. I can protect you.

-On your own? -Yes, yes.

I know it sounds strange,

but that used to be my job, protecting people.

And I did it pretty well.

-Like a guardian angel? -Yes, exactly. Cut the rope.

I've run for so long from people who want me dead

that I don't know where I am.

I know how you feel, I know you're lost, really.

Are you persecuted too?

I come from another place too, where the people talk... like you.

The rope.

Look over there!

And look up above, there must be a trail.

Mencía. Mencía, give me the baby.

Let me help you.

-Is it broken? -I don't know.

-I think a jar has broken. -It was milk for the baby.

Well, we'll get more now.

Where? Where will we find a wet nurse?

Certainly not here in the forest. Let's go.

-Come on! -I'm coming!

I know you were very tired. But I still don't understand.

Don't cry, that won't solve anything.

I should have been here. I should have been more careful.

I don't know how you didn't wake up.

Damián... He didn't hear anything.

Don't remind me. He's as responsible as you are.

I know you're weak and I don't want you to feel guilty.

We should get the doctor from Tarazona.

And bother him just for this?

What we should do is find the baby. Then she'll get better.

Can you get firewood?

Of course.

I've found you!

-Mencía is in my cell. -What?

This is the key. Don't let her out.

-That's kidnapping. -Listen.

She took a baby from the town and she says its hers.

-She isn't well. -How dare you?

Let's say she's special.

But she's in danger. We must protect her.

-The townspeople. -Exactly.

Don't tell anyone she's here, not even my brother and sister.

You have a gift for words and you adore Mencía.

Convince her that the baby should be with his mother.

And we need a wet nurse urgently. Understand?

All right.

-Are you working for them now? -I'm just helping.

-And you? -I'd like to see the baby's mother.

-Juana is resting. She isn't well. -I'd like to talk to her.

To tell her what? Is it about the witch?

-No. -Well, then?

-I want to help, like you. -That's good.

She lives in the third house.

What did he want?

He knows where the witch and the baby are.

-Did he tell you? -No, but he knows.

-Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. -Where are they?

He knows we're searching in the forest.

He'll have them in the monastery. I know how he acts.

Her pulse is very weak.

-Are you a doctor? -No, but I know a little.

-Have you called the doctor? -Of course.

Haven't you come to talk to Juana?

-Yes. -Then why don't you do it?

May I have the glass of water you offered before?

-Of course. -Thank you.

Juana, your baby is safe, he'll be with you soon.

-Don't bring him. -Juana. Juana?

God!

Let's split up. Let's go!

Halt! You can't come in like this! Stop!

-Where's the witch? -Get out of here.

She isn't in the cells. Where did you put her?

-I don't know what you mean. -You'll tell me willingly or otherwise.

They found the trail at the edge of the forest.

Come on! We have to go.

Mencía admitted the baby wasn't hers.

The mother begged her to take it away to safety.

-Where is she? -Looking for the wet nurse.

-And she hasn't come back. -Look, I'm no hero,

but Mencía is alive thanks to me.

The townspeople came to lynch her.

Your brother Alonso was with them and he seemed the bloodiest of all.

-I thought you were a civilized family. -So did I.

This place is bringing out the worst in them.

A bonfire...

It could be her. Come on! Come on.

-There she is. -Fuck, not now.

-What's wrong? -Nothing. Come on.

It's the townspeople. They said that she was a witch.

Now they're playing at being witches.

-My stomach is heaving. -Welcome to the club.

-Hail, Satan! -Hail, Satan!

Lord of the depths,

possess the bodies and minds of those who surrender to you

and kneel before you.

Satan, morning star of the Most High, king of kings,

tear from us every curse of the one who exiled you.

Let the liturgy begin.

Lord, in your name, I give myself to you.

From here onward, I have to be as one with you.

I have to be a demon.

Lord, in your name, I give myself to you.

From here onward, I have to be as one with you.

I have to be a demon.

What are they doing?

Satan, lead us to illumination and the truth.

Do not let the flock have power over us.

Help us to overcome the army of the hypnotizer and his servants.

What is born in fire must go back to fire.

-Hail, Satan! -Hail, Satan!

Hail, Satan! Hail, Satan!

-Look there, at two o'clock. -What? Is it so late?

No, I mean, look to the right, about 60 feet, in the bushes.

You see that? Okay. Follow me, but don't make any noise.

-Mencía. -You...

They're going to kill me. And the baby too.

Turn away. Turn away.

They're taking the baby.

Come on, hurry!

-Don't let them escape! -Come on!

-After them! -Come on!

Get the intruder! Come on!

What are you waiting for? We have to show who's in charge!

Come on! Catch the intruder!

-Come on! -Let's go!

-We have to split up. -I know a safe place for Mencía.

Take the baby to the monastery.

Say you're the father, they'll believe you.

-And the mother? -Those savages beat her to death.

No, I'm not leaving you.

If I go with the baby, they'll kill both of us.

-This is insane. -They kill the male babies.

That's why there are only girls.

The few men left are only used to procreate more girls.

-Come on. -No.

Come on. Trust me.

Come on!

-They're over here! -Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Where are they?

-This way! -Come on!

They must be here!

Come on!

They're here! They're here! Come on!

Over there!

Come on, come on.

-Come on. -Over there! They're getting away!

Come on, Mencía. Hurry!

-There she is! -Come on.

Children of Satan!

Is that as fast as you can run?

Come on!

Get her!

You hate me and you don't know me.

You're afraid because I'm different.

We're not afraid.

If the first woman in Creation disrupted the world on her own,

why can't all women, between us, rebuild it now?

What are you going to do?

You can't do anything against the faith of our Lord.

I'm here!

Haven't you the balls to come for me? How many are you? Ten? Twenty?

Against one woman?

-Come on. -Escaping is useless.

The persecution never ends.

I find the same Inquisition everywhere.

In all of them, I'm guilty.

Let's offer that stranger to our Lord!

-Everyone, after him! -Let's go!

-Come on! -Come on!

It's a sect.

-They brainwashed them. -How did they do it?

I think it was the water.

I boiled what I drank because my stomach is upset.

That, or they're really witches.

-I fucked up. -No.

-You did what you could, and more. -But it wasn't enough. No.

Bécquer emerged unhurt.

And he saved a baby who, in the future, will become his son.

And as history recounts, the gossips will say, and rightly,

that it wasn't his.

-Have you the results of the analysis? -Yes. The result is positive.

The page belongs to the book of the doors.

The inscriptions show the existence of two doors near Trasmoz

interconnected and separated by 177 years.

Lola was right.

Mencía used the doors to escape from the Inquisition in 1510,

pass through 1687 and arrive in 1864.

But she wasn't welcomed by the people of Trasmoz.

The poor thing had nowhere to go.

-And her guardian angel let her down. -She thought she was a witch.

She couldn't understand she was traveling in time and...

she thought she had powers.

Well... Now what? How do we bring Alonso and Amelia?

By the civil code or the criminal one.

I've spoken to the doctor.

Their blood contained a large amount of mandragora.

-Mandragora? -Yes, the plant, not the group.

In high doses it can produce amnesia and affect willpower.

You were right. They must have diluted it in the fountain.

Your upset stomach saved you.

When will they wake up?

When all the toxic substance is eliminated.

Don't worry, they'll be fine.

I was thinking of someone who'll never wake up again.

I hope she finally found the peace she was searching for.

Goya's famous painting, "The Naked Maja", has been destroyed.

-My God. -And the museum's security?

It wasn't in the museum, or in the present.

We've been told Goya was attacked in his studio in 1799,

and the painting appeared suddenly in the Prado.

Your mission is to travel to 1799, find out who did it,

and get Goya to paint "The Maja" again.

But no one knew of that painting's existence

until years after it was painted.

I said what the mission was, not that it was easy.

-Alonso! Alonso! -Stop. Stop!

-Don... Francisco de Goya? -At your service.

Manuel Godoy was the king's right hand man.

But his loyalty to Spain was very doubtful.

I need to speak to Don Francisco alone.

-So come back later. -I suppose that's an order.

If it weren't, I'd have said "Please".

I know that the patrol is going to meet Goya.

-Let me go with them. -No.

I need to meet the maestro. I've waited so long for this.

What is the need for this eyesore?

The enlightened dress in fashion,

and fashion isn't a matter of need, but of social class, image...

You say pretty words but I understand nothing.

How is young Mendieta?

-She's smart, she learns quickly. -I wouldn't trust her.

In those days art was valued by kings and statesmen.

What are you doing here?