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

We were told that Goya was attacked in his studio in 1799

and the painting suddenly appeared in the Prado.

-Let me go with them. -No.

I need to meet the maestro. Do you know how long I've waited for this?

Look. The meadow of San Isidro just as Goya painted it.

-Don Francisco de Goya? -At your service.

-It's Manuel Godoy. -The king's favorite.

-The king spoke through him. -Like a dummy.

-I want my painting. -Ask someone else to do it.

-I'll never paint it again. -Speak to Goya.

If he does what I ask, you'll have your orphanage.

We must make Goya repeat the painting and Godoy reopen the orphanage.

You want Goya to paint that horror again but it's impossible.

The seal Amelia saw when she was attacked confirms our fears.

They wanted to end all the enlightened advances

and restore the Inquisition.

The Exterminating Angel.

This is no joke, especially if they really do travel in time.

-What can we do? -You can only paint a woman

when she obsesses you.

-You can't sneak into a mission! -I had to speak to Goya.

If I were 20 years younger, I'd be hopelessly in love with you.

-Why are you here? -Didn't you need a model?

-Are you all right? -I don't know what happened.

They attacked me.

-They're dead. -They're wearing the rings.

This is the necklace I gave Marta.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

I am Don Quixote...

Spanish is known everywhere as the language of Cervantes.

Yours is the most important novel in the history of humanity.

-The world will know my work? -And admire it.

It's the most translated book after the Bible.

What's going on?

You were resting on your laurels.

If I told you...

What? If you told me what?

If my dreams became reality,

-you would die of envy. -Yes, I'm sure.

Well, well, well...

I see the King has assigned you the best office in the palace.

What luck.

I suppose it will remind you of your time in prison.

His majesty has entrusted me with a task of great importance.

Yes. The chronicle. Of course.

What are you doing here?

I'm preparing a function in honor of the English.

I came to invite you personally.

You're performing for the English?

Of course.

Do you know who is part of the English entourage?

The great William Shakespeare.

I suppose he sounds familiar, doesn't he?

Yes, yes, yes.

It will be a great moment when we come face to face.

Will you come?

I want you to witness

my elevation beyond these frontiers.

It will be a pleasure.

Thank you, Don Miguel.

One,

two,

three and...

Son of a bitch!

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 26 TIME OF SPLENDOR

TALES, RIDDLES AND POPULAR SAYINGS

Good morning, mother.

-You're up early today. -Yes, I couldn't sleep any longer.

Are you well?

Just a little congested.

You read me those stories when I was little.

Remember the story of the ant who was looking for a suitor?

She wanted to get married.

I kept those books to read to your children.

Grandchildren are the joy of old age.

But I'll give this to Nuria Vidal.

She will be a grandmother soon.

Mother.

I'm still very young.

In three years I'll be qualified and can think of marriage.

But who will want you at 27?

Some widower, perhaps.

You're obsessed with books, you don't see beyond them.

Lope this, Cervantes that...

Women can't be obsessed with just one thing.

-But men can. -Yes.

Men can allow themselves that.

That's why all the writers are men.

Mother,

Fernán Caballero was a woman.

You see?

And did she have children?

No.

Every morning it's the same.

Now she'll come out and say good morning.

Good morning.

-Oh, you've made coffee. -Oh, you've made coffee.

Yes, darling.

Now she'll say: "How's your day looking?"

Should we break up, Alonso?

What?

Maybe we should give ourselves some time.

You're angry all day, but you don't dare tell me why.

It's because I haven't got pregnant, isn't it?

-And why do...? How...? -It's very easy.

You're always looking at my stomach.

I don't understand.

There's been time for you to get pregnant. I don't understand.

-There are ways to prevent it. -It's those damn pills.

-Why didn't I know? -It's my body and I decide.

Yes, but you're my wife.

Look, Alonso.

I love you very much

but no one owns me.

And I don't want children.

There are enough neglected, abandoned children.

I much prefer to look out for them

rather than bring a child into a world I like less and less.

Think about what I've said.

By the way,

has no one ever told you you're a bit old fashioned?

How can I not be old fashioned?

I was born in the 16th century, for God's sake!

Why did Salvador recruit me if he won't give me a patrol?

I told my mother I was moving to Mexico.

And for what? For nothing.

All in good time.

I need a mission now.

What you need is a bit of patience, Lola.

-We have to leave now. -Yes.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

-Which door was it? -Don't you remember?

Neither do I. Let's see.

Angustias has terrible handwriting. Look.

973 to 1982, and it goes to Torrelodones.

Well, this way we'll have a walk.

You're not very talkative today.

-I'm never very talkative. -That's true.

This is it.

You're worried about Lola not getting a mission.

No, I'm worried about Pacino.

I don't understand how he let Marta escape. Shall we?

I lowered my guard. How often must I tell you?

Until I understand.

-Didn't she attack you? -She hit my hand, I dropped the gun,

I grabbed her, reached for the gun and she got away. That's it.

Let me go to 1982. I screwed up, I have to fix it.

No, I told Ernesto and Irene to go to the '82 Ministry

to see if they find anything that can help us.

-But, Ernesto... -No buts

Be thankful I don't suspend you without pay...

Excuse me.

Yes?

Carrasco, I hope this isn't to complain about your new posting.

It could be, but no.

I need you to send a patrol to 1605,

-to Valladolid. -Is anything wrong?

Don't you know the story?

It's the year peace was signed between Spain and England.

Someone tried to poison the English envoy.

Yesterday the royal chef cooked them some rather special dishes.

Stop right there!

Idiot. Don't you see there's no garnish?

You should be kicked out on your rear.

Leave the plate near the English admiral

and announce the dish as Savoy pastries

with liver in puff pastry. Understood?

The aroma of the livers has to intoxicate the diners.

Go on.

The dishes came back later, completely untouched.

Damn English!

My dogs have a better palate than they do.

This morning I found this. I'm sending a photo.

-Any witnesses? -Of course not.

-We're professionals. -Yes, of course.

I'll send the patrol immediately.

Very well.

Find the patrol for me.

Pacino.

-Don't screw up again. -I won't, boss.

Cheer up, this isn't a funeral.

Amelia, do you know who lived in Valladolid at that time?

Of course she knows.

Lope, Cervantes, Quevedo, Góngora, and many others.

I thought they lived in the Letters area of Madrid.

-People like a change of air. -You mean the Duke of Lerma did.

-What do you mean? -He was the king's favorite.

He convinced Philip III to move the court to Valladolid

where he had land that he then sold for a fortune.

-His own property boom. -Then he did it again.

He bought cheap land in Madrid

and sold it when the court moved back five years later.

With that, the sale of positions and influence trafficking

he became the richest man in the empire.

We think we're very modern and we know it all

but there have been thieves here for centuries.

They'd steal the eye from your head.

That's what Elena said.

How's your chronicle coming on, Don Miguel?

Fine, fine.

But I've heard

that a play is being put on in honor of the English.

-We must celebrate the peace treaty. -By Lope de Vega, isn't it?

It's the express wish of the queen.

I moved to Valladolid following the royalty

and all I found was a stinking river and this fucking cold.

What else must I do to have my works staged?

Become a cradle snatcher, like Lope?

The same ones are always performed.

Or rather, the same one.

There was no contest to choose the work.

You are above any contest.

You are the author of the magnificent "Don Quixote".

Do you know? The first edition sold out in three months.

Congratulations. And I'm sure your chronicle will be incomparable.

I'm not sure of that.

I think Lope would write it more to the queen's taste,

and I could put on my work for the English.

Let's not start that again!

Your task is to write that chronicle.

Very well, I'll write the chronicle.

But...

I have to ask you something.

You want to ask a favor of me?

Among the English attending the function, there is a writer.

Forget about "The Phoenix of Wits".

The greatest in England.

William Shakespeare.

I need to meet him.

Very well. If that Englishman with the unpronounceable name

is with the admiral, I'll introduce you.

Excellent.

-Weren't you in...? -1808.

-Yes. -The War of Independence.

I asked for a transfer to a more peaceful time

and look where I am.

So someone wants to break the peace between Spain and England?

If they do, it will destroy our country.

Why is that?

It seems history exams are no longer compulsory for Ministry agents.

-What exam? -I'll keep it simple.

That treaty put an end to 20 years of war

and allowed Spain to be a maritime force during another century.

England promised to end the piracy attacks

and Spain promised not to kill Protestants just for being Protestants,

and also to allow English trade to the Spanish Indies.

That's wrong, it's humiliating.

It's better to compete with England's traders than with her pirates.

-Aren't they the same? -Never mind that.

Who would prefer war to peace?

Anyone who makes arms, or the Dutch.

In the treaty, England stops helping Flanders in its fight against Spain.

Or many Spanish nobles like Lerma

who couldn't forget the English affronts at sea.

As I could not.

I've brought the chronicle of events so we can be forewarned.

The English landed at Corunna a week ago, right?

Yes, and they've been here for four days.

I don't know who the killer is or how long he's been here.

If he tried once, he'll try again.

Shouldn't Spínola be here?

Your uncle went to the north to fight and left me with this mess.

-My uncle? -You'll pretend to be his niece.

It's all arranged. You are the queen's new lady-in-waiting.

And us?

-You'll accompany the English retinue. -But my English is very basic.

Good heavens. You'll have to teach me, Pacino.

You won't really need it. Admiral Howard can speak Spanish.

He learned it from attacking Spaniards.

He led the fleet that sunk our Invincible Armada.

Then he took and sacked the city of Cadiz.

Do we really have to protect that bastard?

Yes, and he mustn't realize.

Well, they've finally wakened.

I'll introduce you.

Take them to the tavern, stay with them even in the latrines.

And tomorrow wrap up well. You're going hunting with them.

The cold here could freeze your soul.

Esteemed Don Juan de la Cuesta: I am very busy these days

as chronicler of the court in Valladolid.

I am writing to you to bring, without fail,

a new copy of the second edition of my "Quixote",

without the typographic errors of the first.

The occasion merits it. I will compensate you generously.

So you are the niece of General Ambrosio Spínola.

That is so.

Beatrice Spínola.

It's strange. I've never heard of you.

That's natural, I have just arrived from Genoa.

Your Spanish is excellent.

I wonder if your Italian also is.

It is, although obviously I have a strong Genoan accent.

You have a beautiful son, majesty.

And he wants to suckle.

Take him away.

I apologize for testing you.

I have to be cautious.

The Duke of Lerma takes every chance to bring ladies who spy on me.

But you are the queen.

At times I think Lerma is the King and we, his servants.

The duke keeps me isolated.

He makes everyone believe I am a jealous madwoman.

And meanwhile, the King goes hunting.

But one day I will prove his abuse.

I'm sorry to hear that, majesty.

How may I help you?

Bringing me a chamomile tea would be enough.

Hold on, hold on. Foreigners love this.

Up...

-Up. -That's it.

-Down. -Down.

To the center, He can say it: to the center.

-To the center. -That's it. And let it enter.

That's it.

Damn you! Are you blind?

My men are unsophisticated.

-I learned to love cold beer in Cadiz. -There's no comparison.

It's like fried fish and "fish and chips".

Excuse me, you can't come in here.

The queen has requested some chamomile tea.

Forgive me. I'll finish this recipe and I'll serve you.

-What are you writing? -A book of recipes.

Now the fashion is theater, novels, poetry,

all that nonsense. But I have a vision.

In the future, what will be fashionable will be books by chefs.

Shall we get the chamomile?

These days, I've got nothing but worries.

What's wrong?

With the English at court we're overwhelmed.

There are over 200 of them.

And the temporary servants are a disaster.

Any one of them in particular?

Do you know his name?

I bet his first name is "Idiot" and his surname is "Knucklehead".

Heavens. What did he look like?

He had thinning brown hair and a high forehead,

dark rings under his eyes,

sagging cheeks,

and a drooping mouth.

-Does he sound familiar? -No.

Sagging cheeks and drooping mouth.

Dark rings under eyes, thinning brown hair, high forehead.

Received, good luck!

Any word from Amelia?

She's just sent the description of a suspect.

Send it to Velázquez to do a photofit.

What about Ernesto and Irene?

-Still no word, boss. -OK.

We recruited Marta Sañudo...

MINISTRY, 1982 - ...three years ago.

-May I? -Of course.

Thank you.

She was born in '45, so she was 37 in '82.

-Continue, please. -We needed an expert in Al-Andalus.

She was first in her year in Geography and History

and a doctor cum laude on that period.

No one saw anything suspicious?

No. To tell you the truth,

the only one who made me nervous was Pacino.

If you can keep him in 2017, much better for us.

-Anything else? -Yes.

We need the files of the cases assigned to Marta,

her medical reports and all her belongings.

Encarna, come in, please.

Accompany these people to the changing room

and open Marta Sañudo's locker.

They're authorized to remove whatever they find.

Of course. Will you come with me?

With pleasure.

Olé, look at that.

Yes, indeed, olé.

Look at her. God, Encarna, you're a knockout.

Have we come to the '80s or the Pleistocene?

-All yours. -Thank you.

-Do you recognize anyone here? -Yes.

That's Marta, Ramiro Cruz,

a sweetheart, San Segundo

And Pacino. Oh, Pacino...

What a pity he left. He's so handsome...

But now you can enjoy him a little, right?

Now that's he's finally single. The eligible bachelor, eh?

Excuse me.

Do you recognize anyone here?

Well, just Marta. They must be personal photos.

Thank you.

Oh, Lord.

In '82, no one knows much about Marta. It's unbelievable.

Well, if you ask here, no one knows much about you.

That's true.

-Fortunately we have a lot of material. -And little time.

We could always use Lola.

-She'd feel useful. -No, not yet.

When the time comes, I'll assign her a mission.

For now, I only want Irene and you on the case.

Well?

-I should ask you that. -Nothing relevant.

Do you have anything?

Yes, Marta's birth certificate is false. She wasn't born in 1945.

And look at these two photos when I blow them up.

It's the same face.

-It's a photomontage. -She isn't a Photoshop expert

but it isn't bad for the time.

I think we've got a long night ahead.

Yes.

Thank you, Beatrice.

Why do you smile?

Because of your kindness.

Not many queens in history have thanked their servants.

I am a queen, but first a person.

And I am first someone grateful and flattered.

-I swear. -Don't swear.

That is for men who don't keep their promises.

-May I ask you a favor? -It will be an order for me.

They say that Queen Isabel ordered her ladies to sleep with her.

Yes, I've heard that.

Apparently she did it so she couldn't be accused of infidelity

to King Ferdinand.

Could you spend the night with me?

Don't think anything bad.

And it isn't to prove I'm faithful to my husband.

God knows I am, that is enough for me.

I just want to sleep knowing that someone is with me.

I just want you to tell me stories, a fairy tale,

as if I were a child.

A bull passed by and said:

"Little ant, little ant, do you want to marry me?"

"How will you win my love?" answered the little ant.

The bull started roaring.

The ant covered her ears with both feet.

"Go on your way", she told the bull. "You scare me,"

you amaze me, and...?

-You frighten me. -Very good.

In the end,

foreigners come to Spain for the same thing,

no matter what century it is. To drink, to get blasted.

Really... Fuck.

Like in the Golden Age.

My God.

Tomorrow we'll have to keep protecting that Warhol.

Warhol? Howard.

-You're not well. -No.

-You're not well. -I'm fine.

Listen, you can tell me, Alonso.

Pacino, please, you've just urinated.

-What is it? Come on. Is it the era? -No.

-It's the era. It brings back memories. -No.

-No, I'm from a century ago. -What's a hundred years...

Let's not be fussy.

You know you can tell me anything.

It doesn't matter, with me... Listen, you don't have to wear a mask with me.

-I'm not wearing a mask. -I'm your pal.

-Yes. -I'm your brother.

-Let's go to sleep. -I'm your blood.

-Let's go to sleep. -No!

-Let's go to sleep. -One for the road.

No, this isn't a brothel.

Look, that's Lope de Vega.

I have something to say to him.

Then I will leave you alone.

Let's greet him.

Bring him.

Majesty.

-Allow me to introduce... -It isn't necessary, majesty.

No, we've met already, some time ago.

How small the world is.

How do you know Beatrice?

Beatrice?

"So gentle and so honest appears my lady when she greets others

that every tongue, trembling, becomes mute

and eyes dare not look at her".

-Dante's verses are very opportune. -Yes.

I translated them myself.

Beatrice.

Come, we have to talk.

What about my commission?

I'm finishing the final scene.

-And the rehearsals? -Fine.

We are working on it, majesty.

Do you know, Beatrice?

Tomorrow, in the courtyard, there will be a performance

before the king, the English and the people

that will show the vilest side of our Duke of Lerma.

Yes, well, more or less.

A good strategy to expose him.

Look closely at the duke's reaction

when he is shown as the corrupt favorite.

Majesty...

We should talk about that title.

Don't you like it?

I'd turn it around.

If you're going to hunt a rat like Lerma, you could call it

"The Rat Trap".

Allegorical.

I like it.

All her personal life is a lie.

Totally.

We have to find the truth among these thousands of lies.

We have no time.

It's like the lottery.

You play one number among thousands in the vain hope you'll win.

Where's the diary?

The diary.

You'll see... Look.

-Yes. -Dad.

If the guy in the photo isn't her father, who's behind this number?

Look.

The first three numbers belong to a door.

-456. -And the 1821?

It's 1821, the year they give to the door 456

in the 1982 Ministry.

1821 could be related to her father,

or she may be hiding there.

"Our magnanimous king, Philip III,

honored the English entourage

with a hunt in Castilian style

to tighten the bonds of affection and friendliness

between both crowns,

something which the English celebrated

praising our ancestral customs."

Hunting birds!

Where are the foxes?

Spaniards!

Do you want to wager?

Whoever hunts most, wins.

A last battle

before the peace.

Nothing would please me more,

if your majesty approves.

While you don't wager the Crown's gold,

you may do as you please.

What do you wager, Englishman?

I like your sword.

I like your arquebus.

My arquebus.

It killed many of you

at Plymouth.

What the hell are you doing?

Giving these fools what they deserve. A lesson.

We have to protect them, Not annoy them.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Velázquez has finished the identikit.

But that guy is...

He killed the Russian who was chasing Hitchcock.

The walkman guy.

Send it to Amelia immediately.

Sending identikit of suspect.

He got into the Ministry and killed Petrov.

Be careful.

I've got three birds.

Three? I've got five.

Damnation!

Quickly, reload.

-Four! -Five!

Here.

Come on!

What are you doing here?

Do you recognize him? He tried to poison Howard.

Fuck, he's the squire.

Hold it, bastard.

Don't even think of it.

Nine!

And ten.

And that was how a very happy day's hunting was spent,

amidst arquebuses, pheasants and camaraderie,

on the banks of the Pisuerga which flows through Valladolid.

A date remembered by both nations,

who sealed their friendship

before the ratification of the oath of peace

established with the English Crown.

...the unreason that afflicts my reason.

Perhaps our majesty is the cause.

-It's that... -Excuse me.

That last line will be much better

if you say it with your hand like this, on your breast.

Yes.

-Thank you, Don Lope. -You, very good.

-Thank you. -Yes, yes, Continue.

Perhaps our majesty is the cause of your worries.

That ruffian Valdemart has muddled the king's brain.

-Evil is stalking us. -Treachery,

which is the child of disloyalty, but more bastardly.

-Do you recognize it? -The ring of the Exterminating Angel.

He had this too, the good agent's kit.

His phone, and pages with information about doors of time.

-It all has to be sent to the Ministry. -Come on.

It's contradictory.

First, this Pulido

collaborates with a progressive faction in the Ministry

to destroy Franco's international reputation

-by kidnapping Hitchcock. -And saving Goya.

He also belongs to an ultra-conservative,

clerical, secret sect,

that wants Catholics and Protestants to continue fighting.

Maybe the ring is war booty.

Maybe he was a double agent.

What matters is that Howard is still alive,

and the English didn't notice anything. The peace treaty is going ahead.

If there are no more murders in 1605...

Just in case, the patrol will stay there until the treaty is signed.

Perhaps Lola can help us. She knows about espionage and double agents.

Not yet, Ernesto.

First we have to see if Lola can change...

or if she's still the same.

Delicious.

I'll have your book of recipes printed. What is the title?

I'd thought of Magister cicero. "Master chef" in Latin.

No, that title has no future.

Why not call it...? I don't know.

"The art of cookery, pastry making, baking and preserving".

Isn't it a bit long and explanatory?

People don't understand without explanations.

Especially in Latin.

You summoned me, excellency?

-Yes. -Don Félix Lope de Vega.

Do you wish to taste my partridges? I'll publish the recipe soon.

-Not now. Leave us alone. -Yes, sir.

Can you explain about that shitty play you're rehearsing?

It was a royal mandate.

What could I do?

A mandate from the queen, which isn't the same.

You know my devotion to you.

Last year I glorified your origins and your deeds

in the sacramental plays of "The Pilgrim of Castile".

Your comparison of my humble person with St. John the Baptist pleased me,

I won't deny it.

That's why you should trust my judgment.

You'll gain popularity by showing you can take a joke.

That's what they do in France and England.

My dear Lope, this is Spain.

The people aren't prepared for just any play.

Well...

Satire eases the people

so they can continue digesting the heavy banquet of their existence.

I don't want anyone laughing at me.

Excellency, laughing at the powerful is the revenge of the poor.

And order continues.

-Very well. -Yes, you've convinced me, my good Lope.

Carry on like this.

Tomorrow, after the representation, you'll come to my office, eh?

To revoke sine die your theatrical license.

What do you mean?

Here, at court, we have too many writers.

-You kick a stone and 20 appear. -But, sir...

Cervantes, for example.

I'll do him a double favor.

I'll introduce him to this Englishman

and I'll let him put on something for their majesties.

We agreed that only I would meet Shakespeare.

Of course. The problem with writers

is that you think you are above those who pay you.

-I offer 1,000 apologies. -I don't accept apologies.

Put on what we agreed: "The Gentleman from Illescas",

and I'll keep my word. Entertain the public, amuse them.

They mustn't think about what they don't have to think.

It will be done, excellency.

Oh, my beloved wife, clear and divine,

light of my senses,

we are in Spain now.

If we are here, what do you fear? Let us go to our home.

There is a great ill.

What ill, if we are alive?

I cannot say it.

Say it, I beg you.

Do not insist, leave it be.

My lord, I do insist.

Rest. We'll continue after lunch.

Beatrice.

Amelia! Whatever your name, wait!

You have to understand.

The sword of Damocles was over my head.

Tell me, what could I do?

Be faithful to your queen and the public,

which made you rich and famous. You've broken your debt to them.

As you've broken my admiration for you.

Well, how nice to see you.

-Where were you? -Carrying out the mission.

Shouldn't you be with the English?

We're going there now.

The king has invited the English and Cervantes to play cards.

It's best to be there, in case things turn bad.

Be careful. The king and Cervantes were compulsive gamblers.

'Bye.

What's wrong with her?

Come on, get out!

Move! Out! Quickly!

I thought we'd be playing cards in the palace.

Here, the autos-de-fe are held in the Plaza Mayor

and cards are played in the taverns.

-And soccer is seen in the bars. -Yes.

I know you from somewhere.

Me?

-I doubt it. -I, at least, don't know you at all.

Not at all.

Forgive me, I'm worse than Quijano.

I live in a hell where I confuse faces

and mix reality and fiction.

Majesty, no one will bother you now.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, welcome to this card game in honor of the admiral.

Consider it... the Spanish revenge.

My dear duke, do the honors.

We'll play 21.

Yes, blackjack.

Good old blackjack, Blackjack.

We don't understand.

So we invented it and they copied it.

As we say here, actions speak louder than words.

The game is very simple.

The winner is the person to reach 21.

Every card has its numerical value,

Except for the jack, the knight

and the king, which are worth ten.

And then you have the ace, which is the most useful,

as it is worth 1 or 11,

whichever is best.

It seems that our guests have been fortunate.

Beginner's luck.

I like 21, majesty. I think we'll import it to England.

I told you. It isn't normal that they win all the time.

-There's something fishy here. -Yes, but let's stay calm.

Get up, Englishman!

-You're cheating, you rogue! -Alonso, please.

-Spaniards don't know how to lose. -Yes, whatever,

but your friend doesn't get up. He has something in his sleeve.

We didn't come here to be insulted!

Ha! I knew it. I knew it.

Good night.

I knew it.

I was naive.

I thought I could beat Lerma.

The Duke has won this battle, but you will win the war.

You just need a better accomplice than Lope.

I don't blame him. He has so many mouths to feed.

Thank you for staying by me.

Being able to trust someone in this gilded cage

comforts my soul.

Majesty, I took the liberty of speaking to that English author,

-William Shakespeare. -I hear he shows promise.

Why did you speak to him?

-To tell him your story. -And what did he say?

Lerma's political ambition and desire to overrule the King

disturbed him so much he will write a tragedy.

-Really? -Well,

he may have had the idea already.

Will he denounce Lerma?

He'll call him Macbeth.

At least the English can learn from our mistakes.

I think we can irk Lerma in something else.

And, in passing, Lope too.

I've heard that Lope

wants to meet this Shakespeare and so does Cervantes.

And that Lerma will only let him speak to Lope.

Cancel the signing of the treaty?

You're out of your mind.

I always advised you that peace with England

-wasn't in our best interest. -It was just a game of cards.

If they cheat at cards, what will they do with treaties?

You know the English were always our enemies.

But this war must end.

It's been 20 years.

The people deserve peace.

Remember your father, God rest his soul.

Remember how hard he fought against them,

all he suffered when he had to live in those vile islands,

all he told you about Mary Tudor...

Do you remember that song he'd sing to you?

Of course I do.

"I don't want loves in England,

I have others and better in my own land.

Oh, God of my land, take me back o'er the sea.

Oh, England isn't for me".

What are you doing here? Don't touch that!

You...

I know where I met that beanstalk!

He was with you.

You tried to ruin me in the prisons of Algiers.

But then you encouraged me to rewrite "Don Quixote".

Let him explain.

I thought it was a dream but now I know it's reality.

Now what do you want?

Are you elves who can be everywhere?

-And who is this? -William Shakespeare.

Is it...? Is it him?

-Is it really him? -It is, and he wants to talk to you.

So something has turned out well in Valladolid.

What do you mean by that?

Haven't you heard?

The peace treaty with the English won't be signed. And I'm not surprised,

after the fuss they caused last night playing cards.

Shakespeare.

Spain won't sign the treaty? This will change history.

-Spain won't sign? -Haven't you heard?

-No. Neither have the English. -And they mustn't hear.

-How do you know? -From Cervantes, Lerma told him.

-What happened at the game? -How do you know about that?

You have the word "guilty" here.

There was a little squabble with that Howard,

but it wasn't serious.

Just as well, or they'd have invaded us by land, sea and air.

The chronicle is disappearing.

"It was then, on that glorious Day of Corpus in 1605"...

-That's today. -"...when Howard insulted the King,

the munificent Philip III, and the glorious Duke of Lerma,

thus annulling the signing of the treaty".

Spain could not permit such an affront from the Protestant.

If those infamous English want war, they will have war!"

Shit, and I complained about NODO when I was a kid...

-What can we do? -A very good question, Alonso.

-If you hadn't put your foot in it... -Look,

Lerma was needling him and the English are difficult.

-It wasn't all Alonso's fault. -I agree with that.

If you hadn't let Marta escape, this wouldn't have happened.

She's right.

Say the two geniuses who nearly burned me alive in Trasmoz.

I repeat, what can we do?

No use crying over spilt milk.

-Pacino. -What?

Distract the English, take them to the tavern,

-and keep this from them. -And I?

Don't even go near them.

Wait for me at the palace, I'll need you.

What are you thinking?

Hey!

All right.

Are you sure of this?

Completely, majesty.

The king refuses to sign the treaty.

It was Lerma, wasn't it?

Majesty,

only you can change the king's mind.

If I try, Lerma will never forgive me.

Do you need a better motive than that to try?

Majesty,

we are playing a game of chess,

and only the queen can save us.

Thank you for the invitation, but we must leave.

We mustn't keep the king waiting.

There is time, admiral. In Spain, these ceremonies start late.

Punctuality isn't our strong point.

What did he say?

We'll stay another minute.

Innkeeper, more wine!

It took you a while...

If it's a matter of the servants speak to the High Stewart.

I have too much on my mind.

Like revoking the treaty with the English?

I thought you wanted peace for your empire, your people.

Margarita, you know I respect you,

but you don't understand affairs of state.

You're mistaken, my lord.

You'd do better if you listened to me instead of Lerma.

You're obsessed!

Lerma is a good man and a great patriot.

Be careful of those who boast of patriotism.

Lerma has been good to me.

When my father had no faith in me, Lerma did.

I too have faith in you. You don't need him at your side.

It's impossible.

Everything I am is thanks to him.

I must go. Admiral Howard is waiting and I have to give him the bad news.

First say goodbye to your son.

He will be a great king.

The best king of all.

And he will inherit an empire in ruins.

A shadow of what it is now.

Do you really want that for your successor?

My lord...

Spain has enough fronts open. It is time to close some of them.

The loser pays for the drinks.

-You can't help wagering. -Why do you say that?

You always have to prove your superiority.

I think the same about Spaniards:

the king, Lerma, your friend Alonso...

They're crazy to win.

His sword.

He can have it.

It isn't bad to be superior.

Also, my friend,

competing in a game saves competing in a war.

-Stand aside! -You can't come through. It's closed.

How dare you? I demand to see the king! I am the Duke of Lerma!

Her majesty the queen has ordered that no one should interrupt her.

And a queen outranks a duke.

Or she should.

Guards!

-What is all this uproar? -Majesty,

I need to talk to you.

If it's about the treaty,

inform our guests

that I shall go briefly for the final signing.

-But, majesty, my advice... -My decision is final.

"And after a week

in which we learned of the tragic death of Pope Leo XI

and of the arrival of the new pontiff, Paul V,

the people received with joy

the christening of the prince and heir

in a Valladolid that was adorned to receive the English.

The moment came for signing the peace treaty.

A lasting, prosperous and necessary peace."

It seems everything worked out.

I still have one problem to solve.

Cervantes!

You'll pay dearly for your daring.

You've spoken to Shakespeare.

And your anger is only for that?

I think my great daring was to share with you the air that I breathe.

You are just the chronicler of this event.

You have no right to use it to your benefit.

And you do.

I am the phoenix of letters,

chosen by the Crown to pay tribute to our guests.

Ave Phoenix...

More like chicken fried in garlic, you repeat so much.

The chicken can't taste so bad when it fills the theaters.

You write what people want to hear, not what they should know.

When the centuries pass, I will be the symbol of this time,

and you won't even be remembered.

I laugh at that. And in passing, I laugh at you.

You'll swallow that laugh.

That is from someone who fought in the Great Armada.

Defend yourself.

Here is someone who fought at Lepanto,

The most memorable occasion seen by past centuries,

and envied by future ones.

And you ended up one-armed.

-Cripple! -Cradle snatcher!

Halt!

-What are you doing here? -You should leave.

Not before you lower your... weapons.

-He started it. -No, no, no.

He started it, I swear.

You're like ill-behaved children.

Just as well that your works survive and not your deeds,

because otherwise... the shame of it.

The two greatest geniuses of our literature

fighting to see who gets the glory.

As if there weren't enough for two.

The summit is a narrow space.

Says he who never stood on it.

If I had the same freedom as a man and had your talent

I wouldn't waste my time on quarrels and envy.

But that's your problem, gentlemen.

-No news, sir, mission completed. -No news?

Pacino killed the man who almost wrecked the peace treaty,

which I almost ruined.

We had trouble with Lerma, Lope, Cervantes,

with the Englishman with the unpronounceable name...

Is that nothing?

But, apart from that, it was perfect,.

Honesty is appreciated, right?

Yes, because, as they say,

what happens in Pucela stays in Pucela.

Can someone tell me what happened with Lerma?

He'll carry on with his corruption a few years longer

and avoid prison by becoming a cardinal.

Yes, cardinals had immunity.

Margarita, with the help of the royal confessor,

managed to open an investigation

but she died soon after without seeing her enemy's downfall.

They say it was Lerma who had her poisoned.

The good always die before the bastards.

Do we know anything about the man I killed... or about Marta?

I assure you that when we know,

you'll be the first to hear.

An emergency, boss.

Lola has run away.

-Are you sure? -Yes, and apparently

some of the paintings recovered from the Alcázar have disappeared.

It seems she's started her career as art trafficker ahead of time.

Voice mail. You have one new message.

Hello, Alonso,

I guess you don't want to talk.

I'll come by at 9 to get my things and return the keys.

If you're there, great.

If not, it's OK, I understand.

Kisses.

What will become of me?

I'm the only one left now.

Tell Martínez-Campos to stop all communication.

He's to declare a state of emergency.

Salvador has broken a sacred rule in the Ministry,

not to recruit the same person twice.

Traveling in time generates too many paradoxes without adding another.

-What is it? -An attack.

Alfonso XII is in a coma, at death's door.

-Are you sure you can participate? -Of course.

No one knows the era better than I, it's mine.

I want you to meet my uncle, Pere Folch.

Your uncle?

-It's a pleasure. -Likewise.

-Can you hear me? -I see your uncle

-is very important for you. -You have no idea.

-It would change history. -Sometimes you have to do it,

-so that all stays the same. -Well, the same...

-Swallow it, dog. -You're lucky they're cables.

Luck would be not being here.

None of these is as important as you.

They exist because you saved history 1,000 times before.

You owe us an explanation.

And as under-secretary of this Ministry, I'll give it to you.

The old Salvador would have taken other decisions.

I don't know, he had... He had another intuition, another instinct.

-What is this? -I'm afraid Miss Folch

can't come to the phone right now.

-What is this? -My God.

Go ahead and fire.

Fire, you bastards!