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I need you to send a patrol to Valladolid in 1605.

The year of the signing of the Spanish-English Peace Treaty

and they tried to poison the Englishman.

But this guy is...

-The Walkman guy. -Send it to Amelia at once.

But who'll want you at 27?

Some widower perhaps.

I need a mission now.

I demand to see the King! I am the Duke of Lerma!

The Duke shuns me...

and makes everyone believe I am estranged and jealous.

Can you explain this shitty play you're rehearsing?

Get up, Englishman!

You're cheating, you sneak!

We didn't come here to be insulted.

We annul the treat signature?

If those vile English wish it,

they'll have war.

-And who's this? -William Shakespeare.

Freeze, asshole.

It's the Exterminating Angel ring.

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

There are already enough fronts.

An emergency, boss.

Lola has fled the Ministry.

And it seems that paintings have vanished

from storage that were recovered from the Alcázar,

I'll come by at 9:00 to get my things

and return the keys to you.

What'll become of me?

I'm the only one left.

What a beautiful vessel.

It's the S.S. Alfonso XII.

The pride of my shipping line and all the Spanish Merchant Marine.

The others are the Santander, the Coruña,

the Havana and the Ciudad Condal.

I see that during the Republic you chose to use city names.

One must keep pace with the times.

It was no time to use king or saint names.

You know very well, Majesty.

I promise my greatest efforts to not return to past time.

I know, Majesty. I can never thank you enough

for inviting us to spend the holidays here.

My family's having a wonderful time.

Otherwise I'd be committing an unforgiveable sin.

Come on, Marquis, I'm sure you have more serious sins.

No doubt. I hope God forgives me.

I don't know about God, but the King does, I assure you.

The Crown owes a great deal to you, Marquis of Comillas.

And I shall never forget it.

Thank you, sir.

A toast to the King.

-To the King! -To the King!

Justice! Justice!

My God!

My God! He's still alive.

Get the Royal Physician!

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 27 TIME OF SLAVES

Of course.

Tell General Martínez Campos to stop all communication

and declare a state of emergency.

No, we can't let the news get out.

Yes. Thank you, Mr. President.

-Was it the President in person? -Yes. But not Rajoy.

It was Sagasta, the president of the time.

He was calling from 1881.

Don Práxedes Mateo Sagasta.

-What's going on? -An attack.

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

-The King was attacked? -Yes.

Luckily, the Royal Physician is an agent from the current Ministry.

We assigned him to the King after two Anarchist attacks

-from which he came out unscathed. -1881...

He still hadn't conceded to Alfonso XIII.

And if he dies, Juan Carlos I and Felipe VI won't be born,

or those cute little girls...

The King's life must be saved

so that our history doesn't become a free-for-all.

Oh, and find out who's behind the attack.

Okay.

-Where are we going? -Comillas, a town in Cantabria.

A Council of Ministers meets with the King there today.

Where Miss Folch will meet people she knows.

Maybe too well.

-Are you sure you can go on the mission? -Of course.

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

And this Marquis of Comillas wins a lot of battles, no?

No, but he helps to win them.

-How does he do that? -He's a shipbuilder.

Thanks to his fleets, troops could be sent to revolts in Cuba and Morocco.

Spain's richest man in his time.

Why did Salvador say that you may meet people you know?

In Comillas were not only ministers, but businessmen seeking favors too.

What's that to do with you?

Most of the businessmen backing the King are Catalan,

friends of my father and my family.

What's wrong?

You should think twice about coming on this mission.

There's no time, the King's dying.

She's right. How dare you doubt Amelia?

Did you bring what I asked?

-Then let's go. -We'll stay here

-and find out what happened. -Hurry.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

-What is it? -How's your Catalan?

Molto bene.

Come on.

You won't find machines like ours, I assure you.

It's an English patent, and we have the exclusive.

I'm in no mood for business now, Folch.

With the King between life and death, and in our home.

-May I interrupt? -Amelia?

-What are you doing here? -Mr. Méndez,

I'd like to introduce my uncle, Pere Folch.

Your uncle?

-Nice to meet you. -Same here.

Excuse me, you don't speak Catalan?

Not much.

Miss Amelia Folch, my niece.

Don Eusebi Güell, a good friend.

It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Güell. I admire your work for the arts.

-Thank you, miss. -The thanks go to you

for supporting a young genius like Gaudí.

His naturalist motifs fascinate me.

I'd commission him to do a park.

Good idea. I'll think about it.

If you'll excuse me...

He's very upset about what happened.

And you're not?

Certainly.

But I'm not the Marquis' son-in-law.

What are you doing here?

Weren't you in Madrid working for a rich widow?

-Mrs... -Larra. Irene Larra.

And what would Amelia do for you exactly?

Order and classify my library.

My late husband was a saint, but he had one vice:

he bought more books than he could read.

Moving to Madrid, and single. Outrageous.

No, you needn't worry, I'll look after her.

Not worry?

With all this studying and books,

my daughter's going to be left on the shelf.

I'm convinced that Amelia

has much more important things to do in life.

So, what do you say?

Who cares what I say?

Your father always gives in to you.

But that's not all I do.

I publish articles in El Imparcial,

under a male pseudonym, of course.

Don't tell anyone.

At this point you doubt me?

-Are you receiving me? -Yes, loud and clear.

The neurosurgeon can hear too.

First I want to reiterate my disagreement.

I'm a doctor from 2017, but this isn't my specialty.

I wrote it on your file, Mr. Morales,

valor was assumed.

The difference is that you are a Ministry agent,

our guest is not.

Focus on the patient, please.

I shouldn't have asked for time off from the NHS.

If that's really Alfonso XII...

Did you think it was a joke?

I remind you that you signed a confidentiality agreement.

So, go ahead, please.

Clean the wound.

Gauze and serum.

And place the kidney dish on the patient.

-This? -That's it.

And shut your eyes if you wish, this won't be pretty.

Relax, I've seen a lot of carnage.

A servant of the Marquis shot the King?

Yes, but he paid with his life.

Your friend is a good journalist.

Thank you. Why?

You know about the servant shooting the King.

In fact, the residence

was meant to be sealed off, and you managed to get in.

We have good contacts.

I always knew you had talent and you'd be successful.

You look like you have good professional rapport...

and I sense personally as well.

No. No, we just work together.

Of course. She wanted to come and I came with her.

It's not good for a young lady to travel alone.

True, but she's in no danger here. We're fine people,

the crème de la crème of the political and business world.

I'd trust pickpockets and muggers more

than politicians and provosts...

Since your friend considers us less than thieves,

I'll introduce him to the head of the gang.

Mother of God, his soul with fly out of that hole.

Let's go to the durotomy.

Thank you for being so didactic,

but just tell me what I have to do. Clamps and scissors?

Yes. Make a small incision in the dura mater

and continue with the scissors.

God. My God.

Stop, stop.

There's no choice. The brain is swollen, so it's suppurating.

We have to try to get the bullet out.

You'll only hasten his death.

Put the scalp back on and bandage it.

We can't do any more.

Shit! Shit.

I share your anger.

But one has to know when the battle is lost.

How long does he have?

Hours, a day at most.

His vitals are affected.

Right. Alonso, speak to your comrades

and focus on the investigation into the attack.

We'll try to find a solution. It's our only option.

Yes, sir.

One of the first female university students.

Congratulations, miss,

on behalf of the government and myself.

That's the Spain my government wants:

cultured citizens who work tirelessly for the general enlightenment.

Perhaps it'd help if access was eased for women to enter university.

Or even if we could vote, like men.

We'll take measures, I assure you.

I've ordered a commission on the matter. But step by step, miss.

Spain isn't ready for so many changes all at once.

The doctor's out.

I have the satisfaction to inform you that the operation was a success.

His Majesty the King is very weak,

but shows signs of a speedy recovery.

Long live the King!

Hurrah!

The King has a day, at most.

-The King's dying? -Salvador was very clear:

-We must find a clue. -I'm glad to hear that.

We've already made many friends,

now we'll make some enemies.

We've been very lucky.

He came close to a heart attack. I'm not exaggerating.

His Majesty is as strong as an ox.

I've finally found you, President. May I speak to you?

Can't you see we're speaking?

Sub-Secretary Martí sent me.

Excuse me, Marquis.

Why didn't you say so before?

-You must find out who did this. -We're working on it.

Now I'm going to ask you to use your authority.

Why wouldn't I trust my servant?

Tomasín was extremely loyal.

How did he come to your home?

He was a poor orphan.

I picked him up in Santiago de Cuba when he was five.

I lived there over a decade,

then I brought him to the Peninsula.

Did you ever see him in strange company?

He led a very quiet life.

He was devoted to his work. Work made him happy.

He was with us for 30 years.

30 years.

So you gave Tomasín 30 years of happiness

and he returns them by shooting the King.

And you want me to believe that?

I've been like a father to my employees,

Tomasín more than anyone! I myself taught him how to read.

Sure, and he'd marry one of your daughters.

It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like that,

and the last one got a knife in the belly.

That's why I had to leave for Cuba without a red cent.

I wasn't born a marquis, you know?

Neither was I.

But I know enough about knifing.

Now, before the Marquis pulls out his sharpener,

he's showing me Tomasín's room.

The King's guard already looked it over.

Well, now I will.

It's almost empty.

What did you expect, a TV and a ghetto blaster?

Let's stick to what we're here for, eh?

What do you mean?

I think it's great that you're in touch with your past...

My present.

Well, yes, your present.

But I remind you, we're here to investigate an attack.

I see that your uncle us very important to you.

You can't imagine.

"How...are... you,

Roci...nan...te,

-so...slen...der?". -Am... Amelia.

-Do you know who Rocinante is? -Yes!

He's a skinny, skinny, skinny little donkey.

Yes. Again, go.

"How...are... you..."

I owe my father a lot,

but without my uncle, I may not be what I am today.

Seeing him again here, surrounded by important people...

Something a woman of my era had no chance to get to know.

None of the men here is as important as you.

They all exist because you saved history a thousand times.

As we're trying to do now.

Look.

It looks like the Marquis treated them like family.

Don't trust appearances.

Look, the stitching is open here.

These people have never seen "Colombo".

-What? -Never mind.

SLAVE REGISTRY

It's dated: Santiago de Cuba, 1851.

Destination, Guantanamo, and ship, the General Armero.

Antonio López and brother. But this guy is...

The Marquis before becoming the Marquis.

See the list of numbers, sex and age? They're slaves.

This is a contract for the trade and transport of slaves.

Right, people,

that the Marquis got rich from the slave trade

-is something we all know. -Yes, but now the good part.

In there is a slave identification card.

It has the name of a woman, Rosario, and a Tomasín as her son.

-Yes, the servant who shot the King. -The question is:

What if Tomasín didn't know he was born a slave?

Pacino, don't be rhetorical. What do you want to say?

Let's imagine for a moment

that Tomasín adored the Marquis because for 30 years

he'd given him work and food because he was an orphan.

I'm imagining it.

But one day, snooping in the Marquis' papers,

he realizes he was bought as a slave and separated from his mother.

I'd want to kill the man who bought me

-and then sold my mother. -So this Tomasín

wanted to kill the Marquis, not the King.

He panicked, he wasn't a good shot,

-and hit the King by mistake. -Hell of a mistake.

We have to act fast.

Alonso will stay in Comillas protecting the King.

You two will go to Cuba in 1851 and free Tomasín's mother.

Suppressing the motive for revenge,

we'll stop it 30 years later.

But that'd change history.

Sometimes you have to change something for it all to stay the same.

Not quite the same.

The King has hours left.

If he dies, the consequences are irreparable.

Jeez, fall down here and they'll put you on the grill.

Relax, we're here. I think that's it.

-Let's go over it again. -Your brother, my brother-in-law,

has a sugar business in Guantánamo

-and I'm his new administrator. -Good.

Anyway, if you pay up here

they don't care about your family tree.

STEAMSHIP MAIL CO.

-Here it is. Go ahead, miss. -Thank you.

-Good morning. -Morning. What do you wish?

I'm the brother-in-law of Mr. Feliú.

We came to check the quality of the goods.

I can't help you. I need the owner's permission. I'm just the foreman.

Then find him and ask for his permission, right?

At this hour he'll be having lunch. He won't want to, I'm telling you.

You'll have to ask him that, right?

What is it, Neluco?

Good day to you. Hot, isn't it?

-Indeed. Good morning. -We're here on behalf of Mr. Feliú.

Oh, yes.

How are things in Guantánamo?

Good, we're expanding and we need manpower.

I agreed to send them next week.

I bought a shipment 6 days ago, as it left the Gulf of Benin.

They're Lucumi blacks, great workers.

-Healthy and strong. -Still, we'd like to see them.

-You don't trust me? -Hey...

If I buy a horse, I look at its teeth.

-And we came from Guantánamo... -Forget it, Jesús.

We'll find a friendlier trading house.

Don't bother, ma'am, it's not the right place for you.

Try me.

As you wish.

Neluco, take them to the barracks.

Follow me.

Look at their faces...

They're together because they're family. They didn't want to be split up.

Hello...

God, you try my patience!

-You never learn, eh, Tomasín? -Tomasín?

They call him Fopi.

But we gave him a Christian name.

He's the most rebellious, and Mr. López likes that.

He'll take him for himself.

-Want anything else? -No. Let's go.

I think it's getting out of hand.

Alfonso XII is about to die, Lola's vanished,

the damned secret societies,

and now Amelia and Pacino changing history on Salvador's orders.

What would you do in his place?

The life of a king and his descendants is at stake.

I'd have done the same, but that's not the question.

The question is: What wouldn't I have done?

I don't know, you tell me.

I would've penalized Pacino.

He let Marta escape, we all know it.

We've all made a mistake, look at it like that.

Ernesto, please. Pacino is too good a cop to make that mistake.

And we would've contained the secret societies problem.

Fine. And?

I would never have recruited Lola Mendieta again.

Right.

Thinking that this Lola is nothing like

the Lola we know is being naïve,

which a sub-secretary cannot be.

No, you're wrong, Irene.

I had orders to kill Lola

if I saw her going under in the interrogations

in the concentration camp.

It might not have been such a bad idea.

You know that'd eliminate all the missions

she'd carry out in the future.

Solving that problem is easier

-than what we've got now. -We'll find her.

Oh, yes? Tell me how.

She's smart, she can slip away. She's done it since she was a girl.

Besides, that's not the main problem,

though we're all scared to talk about it.

Salvador has broken a sacred rule of this ministry:

don't recruit the same person twice.

Time travel generates too many paradoxes

to go and cause another.

What if the two Lolas meet on a journey through time?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Sure, we'll cross it.

And we'll fight for the Ministry, as usual.

The old Salvador would've taken other decisions.

He had... different intuition, different instincts.

-What do you mean? -I don't know.

I guess...

I guess we all get old.

Salvador too.

Relax.

I only came to have some fun.

Why don't you have fun with me?

Come here.

Let's go, let's go.

-Let's go. -Pacino. Pacino, what are you doing?

We change history for a king but not for these people?

Hurry up.

Go.

If my grandfather knew I was watching over a king...

Lord, he'd turn in his grave and cuff my neck.

-He didn't like kings? -No.

He was a Republican.

He said that in a modern world no one should inherit power

but earn it at the ballot box.

I've risked my life a thousand times for a king.

And I feel very proud.

I imagine so. You're from the old Tercios.

Sometimes you even gave up your pay

so that mercenaries could get theirs.

How do you know that?

I like to read history books.

Perhaps that's why, unlike you,

I don't like kinds, like my grandfather.

Right. But you've put your heart and soul

into saving his life.

It's my mission, he's my patient,

and nothing hurts a doctor more than seeing a patient die.

For me it's as painful as a king losing his kingdom.

-What was that? -Relax.

-It'll be the guard change. -I don't trust anyone.

I'll go. I need to take a piss.

Hold it! Hold it right there!

Swallow it, dog!

What happened?

My comrades did it, they changed history.

They could've done it sooner and saved me a bump on the head.

And the King? Let's find him.

It seems you like the ship, Majesty.

Very much.

And not just because it has my name.

Why are you laughing, sire?

Tomorrow will be a big day for Spain...

and for you, Don Antonio.

-Is something wrong? -No, Majesty.

Just checking that you were alright.

Why wouldn't I be?

Who is this man?

My new assistant.

My name is Alonso de Entrerríos, Majesty.

At your service always.

If you wish to keep serving me, cut that hair.

You look like a mountain bandit.

The King is safe and sound thanks to you, but there is news.

I get the idea that it's not good.

No. Alonso told us that they fought two men

who wanted to kill the King

just as you rebooted time.

-They evaporated. -Like the killer of those women?

Exactly. Time rebooted

as if the King had never been wounded.

Tomasín was never in Comillas there were no shots, nothing.

But if they vanished before Alonso's eyes...

They're from 1881, or even before.

So we achieved nothing.

Those people are still there and will try again.

That's why you have to go back.

Alonso is protecting the King personally.

Any clue as to who it could be?

One of the men fighting Alonso

said "Swallow it, dog" on trying to kill the King.

Maybe he got overheated.

I've let out worse things

in an interrogation gone wrong.

"Swallow it, dog" comes from an anthem

during the 1812 liberal revolution.

It refers to Fernando VII

being forced to sign the Constitution.

An absolutist would never say it.

No, of course.

So you have to go back and find out who's behind this.

Oh, and remember...

you must act as if it's your first time in Comillas.

-Excuse me? -You see...

time's been reconstructed after the freeing of those slaves in Cuba.

The attack never happened,

so no one will recall that you were there.

So, it's like you put it on rewind.

Yes, exactly.

You sure do beat around the bush.

See you later.

In the end we'll have to give thanks to fate.

Why's that?

If the servant hadn't shot the King by mistake,

we'd never have found out that others wanted to kill him.

Well, not that fate has helped us for once,

-let's get these bastards. -I told Sagasta everything.

It's great to ask for full powers from a president

and get it twice. Where do we start?

We repeat what we did. You keep a lookout.

I'm going to say hello to my uncle again.

Very well.

Let's meet here, Mr. Folch. I await your machines impatiently.

Thank you, Güell.

Uncle! What a surprise!

-What are you doing in Comillas? -Political reporting.

I'm working at a national paper. Under a male pseudonym,

-...of course. -Of course.

-And you are... -A friend at the paper.

I accompanied her. A lady shouldn't travel alone.

No, she's safe here. Nowhere in Spain

is better-guarded, though one doesn't notice.

How are your parents? I haven't spoken to them in weeks.

I don't see them much either now that I'm in Madrid,

but they're in good health. They don't know I'm here.

-I'd like... -My lips are sealed.

So, political reporting, eh? I knew you'd go far.

-If you'll excuse us a moment... -What's the matter?

Work is work.

-Will you excuse us? -Of course.

I just saw the man who tried to kill the King.

He's now dressed as a servant.

-Something doesn't fit. -What?

-I don't know, maybe I'm being silly. -Let's go.

The more you move, the more I'll tighten it.

If you ever want to walk again...

You're the one who won't be walking again.

What is this?

We know who wants to kill the King now.

It's your uncle. He comes from the future.

Don't talk nonsense.

He's right, Amelia.

I time travel too, courtesy of the new Sons of Padilla.

But how did you know...?

The first time he saw us he spoke in Catalan first,

then Spanish to be polite to me.

The second time, he went straight to Spanish.

He didn't even ask about your job in Madrid.

I'm a beginner in time travel and I get confused.

I won't be confused when I slit your throat.

-Who are the Sons of Padilla? -Nutcases,

-like the Exterminating Angel. -No, we're not the same.

They want Spain to remain forever

in the darkness of its old laws.

We want the light of revolution to shine on her.

That's right: nutcases.

I couldn't believe you were involved in this,

but when I saw you with this man...

He was watching over the King and stopped my men from killing him,

so I used one of them as bait.

I knew he'd recognize him. He took the bait, as did you.

We came here to kill the King

and that servant almost did the job for us.

Then, when we went to finish him off,

you changed history. How did you do it?

Like I'd tell you. Fuck that.

Why not me?

Listen closely, Amelia.

I want you to join us.

Spain deserves a better history.

We can give it to her with our ideas.

You speak of ideas.

Killing a man to defend an idea is not defending an idea,

-it's just killing a man. -Sebastián Castellion.

Perhaps your mother was right.

I brought you something.

"20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA" "ALICE IN WONDERLAND"

What's wrong?

-Don't you want them? -No, Mama doesn't.

Listen closely, Amelia.

Your mother loves you, a lot, and wants the best for you,

but have you ever wondered what you want?

Then read them, these and more. The more the better.

In books you'll find knowledge.

And with knowledge you'll be what you want in life.

Join us, Amelia.

No.

The fate of my comrades will be mine.

Make sure...

that she doesn't suffer.

It's Miss Folch.

A video call?

Miss Folch?

I'm afraid Miss Folch can't come on right now.

Who is this? Who are you?

-Answer me. Who are you? -What's wrong?

Let me see.

We are the Sons of Padilla and you'll see with your own eyes

what we're capable of.

Listen, listen here. Let's talk.

I think we can find a solution.

-But let's talk. -We have to do something.

-Killing in a hood is for cowards. -No.

For those who don't want to be recognized.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

I brought those reports you...

What's going on?

-My God. -Shoot already.

Shoot, you bastards!

Your wish is my command. Finish them off.

Angustias, come on.

Come on...

-It can't be. -Lola.

-Lola? -Lola.

Yes, yes, it's me, Lola.

I know you said to take them prisoner, boss,

-but it was them or us. -Don't regret it.

They're dead, by god.

Listen to Alonso.

I knew I could count on you, Lola.

It's my job. And it's not over, we have no time to lose.

The objective now isn't just the King, it's the whole Government.

Can't you untie us while you tell him?

-Sure. Sorry. -Good. Now hurry.

If you need logistical support, call immediately.

Yes, sir.

I think you owe us an explanation.

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

I received and alarm from 1821.

An attempt to free an anarchist prisoner condemned to death

-called Simón Cascajosa Sañudo. -Sañudo?

-That's Marta's surname. -Marta's.

The woman Pacino let escape

in the Hitchcock case in San Sebastián.

The condemned man was her father.

I sent Lola to investigate the case.

Come in.

What did you find out?

I went to the day they tried to free this Cascajosa

and set up a camera.

It was these men and this woman.

Marta.

She's not the only one in the group that worked for the Ministry.

He was an agent of ours too, specifically from 1982.

His name's Luis Cejudo, known for his radical ideas.

What would your plan be?

Travel there and infiltrate.

That's dangerous. If they discover you...

-I'm ready, I assure you. -Good.

The documents we have haven't borne fruit yet.

I have to know who they are

and how many Ministry agents are involved.

-Yes, sir. -And another thing.

No one is to know.

-No one. -Absolutely no one.

Then no one will know.

You infiltrate her into the Sons of Padilla without tell us.

We even set off an inter-time alarm.

A secret stops being one when too many people know it.

You should know that better than anyone.

Now we have to wait.

-Are you feeling better? -Yes.

But another shock like that and I'll kick the bucket.

Thank you. It's an honor to be your comrade.

-Do you know their intentions? -Yes.

To kill everyone, the King, the Council of Ministers in...

What?

They've put a bomb in the basement of the palace.

They'll detonate it in the middle of the Council of Ministers.

How long until that?

30 minutes.

A bomb in the basement... Do you know where it's placed?

Sure, I saw them do it.

-Can you disconnect it? -Me?

No idea. It was Pere Folch. You were right. He was traveling to his future.

That bomb's not even from my era.

-And if we evacuate the palace? -We'd take too long.

Call the Ministry, they can get an expert.

-Where are you going? -To find a doctor.

He has that blasted camera.

-There's another matter to resolve. -I know.

When we get there, find my uncle.

Whether we stop this massacre or not, my uncle has to pay for this.

Good morning, everyone.

-Good morning, Majesty. -Please.

Before starting this Council of Ministers

I wanted to dedicate a few words to our magnificent host.

Don Antonio López, Marquis of Comillas.

For me it's a pleasure and an honor

that he's welcomed us so generously in his dwelling.

Now the floor goes to Don Fernando León y Castillo,

the Foreign Minister.

Majesty, Ministers, Marquis...

Let's go.

You needn't be here.

This isn't your mission. If something goes wrong...

Nothing will go wrong

if I can get this darn bonnet on.

If something goes wrong, what?

You're too young to die.

You too.

It's the first time in my life that I'm about to die twice in the same day.

It's happened to me several times.

Here.

-Ready. -So are we.

We have Gaspar Atnuña here, Bomb Disposal Team and Ministry agent.

Sorry to skip introductions,

but we're about to be blown sky high.

Let's take it calmly.

Go to the upper part and find the opening mechanism.

-This? -That's it.

Have you got a screwdriver or a sharp object?

Yes.

-Will this do? -Okay.

The first thing we have to do is open the cap on the cylinder

that holds the detonator.

Do it very slowly.

Are you going to miss the fireworks?

You're alive.

I don't know how long because of your fucking bomb,

but if I die I want to fulfill one last wish.

What?

If you read so much you could've seen that coming.

Holy Mother of God.

-Hold still, please. -Yes. Sorry.

You're lucky they're wires.

Lucky would be to not be here, sir.

To the right of the timer is a chrome valve

with five wires coming out.

The right... This will be the chrome valve.

Good, you have to cut the brown wire.

Alright, alright. Five wires.

-Is it this one? -Yes.

Yes, the brown one.

This one.

Are you sure?

As sure as I can be from here.

Now we've heard the words of the Foreign Minister,

we shall put the proposal to the vote.

For.

Our time's running out.

For Santiago and for Spain.

It worked.

It worked.

It worked.

That's it, that's it.

Traitor.

I won't let anyone call me that.

I've never been and I will never be.

Let's stop arguing and go back to the Ministry.

Good, you all get going.

I still have some issues with the Marquis.

-Let's go. -Are you sure of what you're doing?

More than ever.

You'll regret this.

You'll regret it all your life.

Shut your mouth or I'll cut your damn tongue out.

Let's go.

I'm receiving you because President Sagasta asked me to himself.

You must be a very important person.

No, just a civil servant

who's come to talk to you about the past.

Fine, I suppose there's no sense in denying it.

What do you want?

Money in exchange for silence. Is that it?

No. Not all of us do everything for money, like you,

-Marquis. -What do you want me to say?

It was legal at the time.

Enslaving humans was not, is not and will not be ethical,

even if laws are conveniently drawn up.

You won't deny me that.

If you've come to give me moral lessons, save them.

Listen closely.

I've financed the future University of Comillas,

I've been patron to hundreds of artists

and helped so many people I can't count them.

-To clean your name. -To clean my conscience!

God...

punished me by taking my eldest son from me.

The youngest will receive a legacy stained in blood.

Do you think I don't regret what I did every day,

that I wouldn't like to change the past?

I'm afraid that's impossible, Marquis.

Though there is something you could do.

Were you able to do the favor I asked?

Of course. The mother and son are there.

I don't think history will be changed much more

-after the mess we made. -No.

Don't insist.

I'll never sell out my comrades.

Do you know the difference between you and me?

Enlighten me.

-You have no ideals, I do. -Oh, and what are they?

The Restoration is a corrupt regime.

The entire Government is spending its vacations

in the home of a businessman that they're going to make rich by decree.

Justice isn't equal for the rich and the poor.

And two parties divide the power and the profits.

It sounds like I'm talking about your era, not mine.

Think it over.

If they let us fix the past,

the future would be better.

The future comes second by second, not by killing people.

History is full of violence.

From Sparta to Rome

to the World Wars.

They're errors to be learnt from.

No, they're injustices one mustn't forget.

You people remind me of the reactionaries

in the Exterminating Angel.

They try to stop the past, history, from changing,

but if it's full of errors,

why not correct them?

Have you told Amelia what will happen?

What will happen?

What's happened, you fool.

What's happened!

Come in.

What'll they do to my uncle?

An attack on the King means the death penalty,

but Sagasta's government

will make up some other reason to arrest him.

And take him to Loarre Castle?

-Few deserve it more than him. -I know.

If you've nothing more to say, I need to see my family.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

And it won't be easy, I assure you.

Sit down, please.

-As you'll know... -We didn't just change history,

but my life too.

Exactly.

We recruited you in 1880,

just two years ago.

This mission took place in 1881.

What will I find when I get home?

When you return,

your father will have been dead for a year.

When they arrested your uncle,

the Government seized all his companies,

companies of which your father was also a partner.

He couldn't get over it and...

he had a heart attack.

I'm sorry.

When...

...I agreed to become part of this Ministry,

I did so believing that it was the right thing.

But I never thought it would destroy my family.

I don't think I can carry on as if this never happened.

I need to choose between...

the Ministry and my family and...

I'm going to choose my family.

I understand.

There are two ways to get your family out of hardship.

Marry a rich heir

or build up the family business by yourself.

I'd prefer the second...

because that means that one day...

you could return to the Ministry.

Here.

What's this?

Well, it's.. certain information on

where to invest in the Stock Market in the coming years.

My father wanted to invest in aerostatic balloons.

Zeppelins? No, a bad business.

It's much better to invest in telephony or electricity.

It always turns a profit.

And in your era it's a growing business.

Thank you.

Amelia.

Don't you want to say goodbye to your comrades?

Not now, I can't.

Where were you?

Returning to Madrid.

On the anniversary of your father's death?

Do you know how hard that date is for me?

-You can't leave me alone. -It won't happen again.

It won't happen again.

I'm alone.

Poor and alone.

And that's how I'll die.

I hope it's soon.

We'll make our way, Mother.

And we'll do it together.

What are you doing here?

Joining you in your mourning, even if it's a year late.

Since you left without warning...

I'm sorry.

I don't like goodbyes much.

Who said anything about goodbyes?

No way. If we want to see you, we'll just access some doors.

I left, then I came back. And you're going to do the same.

I just left and I can't think about anything else.

We'll miss you.

And I'll miss you.

We have to go to 1961 to save "Viridiana"

and get Buñuel to win the Cannes Festival for Spain.

You'll pretend to be American movie producers.

Salvador hasn't named Amelia.

In this Ministry there's no time for sentimentality.

You're the only person in the history of this Ministry

to be recruited twice.

Salvador has broken all the rules with you.

-How did you know I was here? -Who was that?

-My husband. -Pitaluga here.

We're face a possible civil war

throughout time.

Look. That's me.

Playing with people has its price.

-I'm sorry, it's the best I can do. -I see you have an outstanding issue.

You can't imagine how many.

Never, you hear me? Never deceive yourself.

Movies, movies, but what I want

is to premiere "Viridiana" once and for all, shit.

"Viridiana" is blasphemous.

If you get 14 with this ticket I'm giving you,

you help me get "Viridiana" past the censor.

I declare myself a conscientious objector.

-Do you know what that is? -Yes, Julián explained it to me.

-I'm dead? -Some months ago.

-Why didn't you tell me before? -I never wanted to tell you.

-Why do so now? -The history of Spain

is about to explode and this Ministry collapse.

Let go of me!

-Let go of me! -Irene!