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The main problem now is "Viridiana";

it has to be shown
at the Cannes Festival.

Are we really going to
allow a disgrace like this?

I want my "Viridiana"
to be premiered, damn it.

I didn't struggle to defend
the true religion

to end up collaborating
with the Devil.

Stop, stop.

I declare myself
a conscientious objector.

Mario...
How did you know I was here?

-Who was that?
-My husband.

-Pere Folch... is dead.
-I thought...

he sold a copy of the book of doors
to the Sons of Padilla.

He sold a copy
to the Exterminating Angel.

-That's a lie.
-My past. That's me.

You like dirty magazines, huh?

I prefer real girls,
but they fucking ignore me.

-Don't swear, damn it.
-I'm not sick, you bastard!

I don't like this title at all...

-"Star Wars"?
-I don't like it, no.

-Let's call it "The Milky Way".
-Whatever you say, Luis.

You're the only person
in this Ministry

to be recruited twice.

Salvador broke all the rules
with you.

I'm dead.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Please, no!

You remind me of someone.

No. I doubt it.

I've got 14! 14!

I propose its approval.

-To Luis Buñuel.
-Of course, to Don Luis.

Pitaluga has failed.
Plan B must be activated.

I came to get you out.
When I die I want you

to remember this moment.

It was him!

YUCATÁN PENINSULA

Arquebusiers!

Fire!

Castilians, attack!

Finish off these bastards!

Leave no one alive!

Flee, flee! Run!

Flee, flee! Run!

Run!

Exterminate these beasts!

Let none flee into the jungle!

What are you doing here?

Waiting to be rescued.

But in return, I witness a massacre.

They're not people, they're animals.

Out of the way
if you wish to return with me.

Fight with me if you're a man.

It's been a long time.

Do we know each other?

Of course.

I am Gonzalo Guerrero.

From now on,
you'll always remember me.

Hold on, I don't get it.

A Mayan speaking Spanish?

I was a Spaniard.
From Palos de la Frontera.

I always hoped it was just a legend.

No, it's part of our history,
and that of America.

A little organization...
Who are we talking about?

About Gonzalo Guerrero, a Spanish
soldier who became a Mayan chief.

Leave and never come back.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 29
TIME OF CONQUEST

Guerrero and Aguilar
we shipwrecked in Yucatán

some years before, in 1511.

They were seized by the Mayans
and kept as slaves.

Some years later, when Hernán Cortés
tried to free them amiably,

he succeeded half-way.

Guerrero preferred to stay,
but Aguilar went with Cortés

and he became a key figure
in the conquest of Mexico.

Key? Why?

Because during his captivity
Aguilar learnt Mayan,

and back with Cortés he was his
translator and sometimes his spy.

Without his mastery of the language,
Cortés would've achieved nothing.

As for Guerrero, he turned Mayan
and led their armies.

-Son of a...
-Where do we belong in all this?

According to our reports,
Aguilar didn't answer Cortés' call.

He's... vanished.

So you must go to 1518,
to the isle of Cozumel,

and find out what happened.

At least at that time
we're sure he was alive.

-When do we go?
-Now.

Perfect. I want to give this traitor
Guerrero what he deserves.

Relax. Relax, Alonso.

Guerrero is also important to history.

He's a symbol of racial mixing.

You have to find Aguilar
and keep him safe.

That's all.

-Is something wrong, Pacino?
-What? Well...

I'd bought tickets

for this evening, in my era.

Leño is playing, you know...

Ways of living.

I wondered if we could go find
the friar tomorrow, in the p.m.

Good God.

What do you think?

700 pesetas for the ticket
down the drain. Amazing, man.

Few missions have made me
as excited as this one.

My grandfather went to
the Indies in that period.

My father told me of his feats.

I enlisted in the Tercios
because of him.

No, everyone does
their own thing here.

You got me good, eh?

Without this vaccine you wouldn't
last three days in the Yucatán.

It's infested with dangerous bugs
and mosquitoes the size of planes.

Not to mention the wild animals
and cannibal tribes.

No sodomizing gorillas?

Just so the party's complete.

Waiting at the destination
is Bernal Díaz del Castillo,

-a Ministry agent.
-I thought it'd be Gil Pérez.

He's on leave.
We owed him a holiday.

But don't worry,
Bernal will explain exactly

-how to get to the Mayan village.
-Mayans. I hate those cannibals.

-We finally agree on something.
-Let's not go overboard.

They don't all eat human flesh.

And they do it for religion.

So it's nothing personal,
that's a relief.

Why do we never get
"chilled out" missions?

Like going to the spa in La Toja,

stopping Alfonso XIII
from choking on a crab...

-For example.
-We did. I gained three kilos.

That's Galicia for you.
If I'd had to go to the Indies then,

-I'd have a problem.
-I don't understand.

You will.

-Good luck.
-Thanks.

Now I get it. Fuck it.

Give me a hand. Shit!

Don't complain.
I've seen worse places.

Welcome to the Isle of Cozumel.

I'm Bernal Díaz del Castillo.

ISLE OF COZUMEL, 1518

The priority now is to get
Aguilar out of the village.

We know that, historically,

that could precipitate
an encounter with Cortés, but...

we have no choice.

Fine. How do we get there?

I've put the route
on the GPS in your mobiles.

This must be wrong.
There's only sea here.

There... is only sea.

Wouldn't it be easier
to enter on that beach

-that's closer to the village?
-No.

No way. That area's watched.

The key to this plan is that you have
to pretend to be shipwrecked.

It won't be hard
to look shipwrecked.

We really have to go
in that piece of junk?

What did you expect, a motor boat?

Have you never rowed before?

In the Retiro.

Holy Mary...

God help us.

Sure thing.

Poor Lucía...

She gave the Book of Doors
to the new communards

because she thought
it could change history.

And it ended up in the hands
of the reactionaries

in the Exterminating Angel.

And that brought us
a mountain of trouble.

She didn't know.

And she had enough trouble herself.

It can't be easy
knowing your mother deserted you.

Lola deserted her daughter?

Yes.
Then she had a guilty conscience

and hired her when she was 20.

She made her her right hand
in her antique business.

-She became her friend and...
-And told her everything.

And in time Lucía forgave her.

Until she accepted the unacceptable:
being older than your own mother.

Now she can't accept her loss.

I suppose as long as humanity exists

some things will never change.

Like the pain of losing your mother.

Yes.

And now she thinks
she's found me again,

she wants to be my mother.

No, you won't allow it.

Lola, I'll give you some advice.

Even if time
and this Ministry break down,

live your life.

Look, look.

What is it?

NUMBER UNKNOWN
VIDEO RECEIVED

What is it?

Nothing good.

FREE PERE FOLCH
OR ONE OF THEM WILL DIE.

They know all about us,
our families, our past...

Someone from the Sons of Padilla knows
this ministry well. They've worked here.

Those in the line of fire
must be protected.

Yes. I've given the order.

It won't do any good.

I'm sorry, but I think
they're safer than anyone.

Why do you think that?

Because they know
we'd protect them at once.

They always act by surprise.

The people in these photos
are just decoys.

I was in the French Resistance
and it's the same method.

The same as Operation Mincemeat.

The strategy of deception.

The Sons of Padilla are organized
into independent cells

that only communicate
between each other

through their superiors.

Pere Folch was one of them.
That's why they want him back.

Then he's deader than doo-wop music.

That's the bad news.
The good news is they don't know.

Yes?
Trace the call.

Yes, we got your message.

I'm sorry we hacked into
your computers.

Don't worry. This way we can share memes
and have a laugh together.

I doubt it. You have 24 hours
to hand over Pere Folch.

If you don't, one of
your loved ones will die.

That's not much time.
I need to talk to my superiors.

Don't talk nonsense.

You do or don't do
whatever you like.

I know very well
how the Ministry works.

Marta Cascajosa?

24 hours.

Tonight I'll tell you
the drop-off point.

Listen, couldn't we speak to...?

I said... Hello? Hello?

She hung up.

Damn, there was no time
to trace the call.

There it is.

Beautiful landscape.

Things must've been bad in Spain

for them to come here, eh?

Good God.

YUCATÁN PENINSULA, 1518

What is it?
Thinking about Guerrero, right?

Rejecting your country,
your religion, your king...

-I can't understand it.
-No? How come?

The Spanish people brought
civilization to the Indies,

we brought God.

And to reject all that
to run around naked in the jungle?

Well, they had their gods here.

And as well as civilization,

we brought diseases,
made them work like mules

-and stole the gold.
-I'm ashamed to share a country

with those who don't respect it.

The world's largest empire,
where the sun never sets.

Just put yourself in the place
of the conquered.

Imagine a Mayan
coming into your house

and telling you what to do and how.

-The Indians were easygoing.
-Easygoing?

They ate each other!

We had the Inquisition,
which was no picnic.

We'd better stop arguing
and save our strength.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come..."

Don't you get tired of that litany?

"Thy will be done,

-on Earth as it is in Heaven..."
-Outside are women

who'd make you much happier
than your God.

My God?

Is He not yours?

Where was your God

when our companions
were eaten alive?

Where was God then?

Where was he when the Spanish

killed half the women
and children in the village?

Do you think I don't have doubts?

I was ready to give
my life for them.

Then go and deal with them,
that's what they're waiting for.

They don't want to know
the true God.

Would it make them happier?

"I believe in God the Father almighty,

-maker of Heaven and Earth..."
-Keep praying.

And if God speaks to you,
ask him why he allows

so many people to be killed
in his name.

"...all things visible and invisible.

I believe in one Lord,
Jesus Christ...

I believe... I believe in..."

God...

Give me the strength to understand.

Give me the strength
to stay alive, please.

At least we know he's alive.

Alive and pissed off.

Let's go in for him now.

-We just waltz in?
-Why not?

Because there are more of them.

Besides, the plan was
that we're shipwrecked.

I refuse to be the breakfast

-of these savages.
-Okay.

-We'll go in, but at night.
-At night...

-It'll be harder to find our way.
-Everything's hard here.

Here you go for a piss
and a tarantula bites you!

-What's wrong?
-This didn't happen before.

Amelia gave orders and we obeyed.

I miss her.

Me too.

Alright. We'll do as you say.

We'll go in for Aguilar at night.

Now let's rest a while.

Are you sure she'll do it?

Yes.

They'll never accept that Pere Folch
died of a heart attack.

They'll say we tortured him
to death and make him a martyr.

I'd rather they think he's alive
and that I'll never bargain.

But they'll kill one of ours.

We can't protect all the families

-of the Ministry agents.
-You think I don't know that?

You think I don't know?

We're just negotiating the handover
of the enemy's weapons.

Later I'd request a pardon
for these fanatics

as long as no one dies.

For total peace,
I'd negotiate anything.

But blackmail, forget it!

I agree.

So do I.

Alright. You have my support.

Thank you.

Yes.

No deal,

We don't negotiate with terrorists.

-We're not terrorists!
-Pere Folch

tried to kill Alfonso XIII,

Sagasta and his Cabinet in Comillas

and the people working there.

What do you call that, origami?

Do you know what your answer means?

Of course.

Don't be so sure, that's my advice.

The die is cast.

Terrorists.
He called us terrorists.

And he runs a ministry

that protects killer governments.

What did you expect?

Those paid by power
live only to serve it.

You're right.
And tomorrow he'll pay for it.

What are you doing here?
Didn't I tell you to wait outside?

I'm hungry.

Here. There's your diner.

Can I have some peanuts?

Of course you can... Salvador.

Clear.

Don't speak, and follow us.

Like hell it's clear.

You'd better not struggle.
More armed men are outside.

Filthy traitor.

Don't talk like that to someone
who just saved your life.

-Follow me.
-Where to?

You'll soon find out.

-You're holding us here?
-Hands off!

You're locking us in here,
like animals?

What did you expect, a palace?

This diabolical device, what is it?

A compass.

German. You bloody pest!

And this?

Lenses.

German as well?

There's where the industry is.

I'll hide them for your own good,

The shaman gets very nervous
when he sees something unknown.

Rest.

I can break this.

Yes, and all of Palacagüina
is outside waiting for us.

You should relax, Alonso,
just relax.

I don't what you're saying,

but I suppose it's one of your jests.

-Can't you stop for one minute?
-No.

-You know why? Because I'm scared!
-No.

I shouldn't be here,
I'm from the 20th century.

Besides, I don't give a shit
about Hernán Cortés!

He must've been real bored
in his town to kick up all this fuss.

I should be listening to 80s rock,

not here, surrounded by
dudes in loincloths

who want to eat me!

Fuck! Fuck!

You'd better get some rest.

Did you sleep at all?

I don't want them
to kill me in my sleep.

When my time comes,
I want to look Death in the face.

And take more than one with me.

And if it can be Guerrero,
all the better.

Fine, but remember,
we can't kill him.

When you say you don't
"give a shit",

it means you don't care, no?

Well... yeah.

Then if you don't give
a shit about Hernán Cortés,

I don't about Guerrero.

Look,
speak of the devil from Cancún...

-Did you sleep well?
-I've been in better places.

And I've been in worse places.

What are your names?

Here comes the interrogation.

What are your names?

Méndez. Jesús Méndez.

And you?

Alonso de Entrerríos.

You're not related to
Captain Gaspar de Entrerríos?

Why do you want to know?

To find out if you're
as good a soldier as he is.

And such a butcher.

I fought with him in Naples,
with the Great Captain.

You fought with Don Gonzalo?

Countless times.

-What brings you here?
-Our vessel slammed into these shores.

Only the two of us survived and...

we found this village by chance.

What were you doing with Jerónimo?

We thought he knew the way back.

You're lying.

What'll you do with us now.

21 agents missing

or presumed dead,
but no bodies found.

-May I?
-Yes, of course.

I need to know who
these agents' contacts were

in their time,

if they were in the 1981 Ministry,
where Marta worked,

what they did in their spare time...

-We've already done that.
-Then do it again!

This is an emergen...

-Salvador...
-What's wrong?

Salvador, are you alright?

-Salvador... Good Lord.
-Salvador.

-I'm suffocating.
-Try to breathe.

What's wrong with the boy?

I don't know.

Kid, wake up.

-Come on, take in air.
-Keep his mouth open.

Wake up.

Tell Angustias! Angustias!

He's covered in red blotches.

-Wake up.
-What the hell's wrong with him?

Wake up! Salvador!

-Open his mouth.
-Angustias!

-Come on, Salvador.
-Angustias, a doctor, it's urgent.

Thank you.

Did you think I'd let you
die of hunger?

No, I don't mean that,

but for getting us out of that cage.

I'm sure it's a trap.

You can leave here soon.

I got the chief to promise me.

How?

I told him you're like Jerónimo
and me, shipwrecked.

That you're not dangerous.

How did you get here?

It was years ago.

I lost track a while ago.

The ship Jerónimo and I were on
was wrecked.

It was like they were expecting us.

At first we thought
they'd come to help us.

Maybe it would've been better
if we'd drowned.

Our companions became their supper.

They killed them.

They bled them like pigs.

We decided we wouldn't be
their breakfast

and managed to escape to here.

At first we thought
we were dead men,

but this tribe was content
to make us their slaves.

You're their prisoners,
don't crow about it.

You're wrong.

If they'd wanted to kill us,
they would've done it already.

They're not all the same.

Each tribe has its customs
and its rites.

They often fight each other.

Excuse me.

Jerónimo. Sorry I didn't
invite you to lunch,

but I didn't want to
interrupt your prayers.

I have a lot to pray about,
for myself and for you.

How did you gain the chief's favor?

You seem awful close.

Jeez...

I jumped into the river
to save him from an alligator.

In thanks, Balam granted me
my freedom.

Later, Entrerríos
and other Spanish soldiers

came to attack the village.

I managed to expel them.

Leave and never come back.

As his next act of gratitude

Balam granted me
his daughter's hand.

And you?

I was freed too.

Guerrero demanded it.

Why didn't you flee?

I have nowhere to go.

What are you doing?

We have to keep the pressure up.

With the photo
of a boy about to die?

Unless we do something, he'll die.

We'll say it was us,
because Folch wasn't released.

He's a boy.

If we let him die,
we stoop to their level.

We were going to kill him anyway
if they didn't give us Folch.

And they refuse to negotiate.

Negotiations are how they end up,
not how they begin.

Think, for once in your life.

They'd give us Folch
once they saw the boy.

But if they see him in this state...

With all due respect, Marta,

you're in charge,

without you our movement
probably wouldn't exist,

but don't go soft now.

Look at him.

Don't see the boy,

see the monster he'll become.

The symptoms are those
of a peanut allergy.

Why would he eat peanuts
if he's allergic?

He doesn't.
Or peas or lentils...

Nothing that causes allergies
with peanuts.

-Then it makes no sense.
-Why?

His reaction is as if
he'd eaten a lot of them.

Strangely, we injected him
with adrenaline and he improved,

but quickly got worse again.

I've never seen anything like it.

I'm sorry, but we can't do any more.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

I don't get it, it's illogical.

Yes, it is.

The doctor says he took a lot
of what he's allergic to,

-and he didn't.
-Of course not.

If he was a child,

it wouldn't take much.

The patient isn't this Salvador.

It's him, but as a boy.

He was the target
of the Sons of the Padilla,

not the people they sent photos of.

He's not improving because
they're not treating Salvador the boy.

-Exactly.
-We have to find out

when he was abducted,
before or after he was adopted.

Before. Otherwise the adoptive parents
would've reported it.

I've got it.

These papers say that Salvador
was adopted don April 25, 1956.

But not by the Martí Blanch family,

but one... Andrés Román.

Now for the good part...

Marta Cascajosa.

She doesn't mind saying
the name we know her by.

She's very sure of what she's doing.

It's a test of strength.

Angustias, tell the 1956 Ministry.
They're to look for Marta.

They have the photo
from the previous alarm.

And send reports of boys
admitted to hospitals.

-Let's go, Lola.
-Ernesto, wait.

Do I go with you?

No. This isn't best time
for the Ministry to be leaderless.

Good. Shall we go?

I'm not doing it.

I'm not showing those animals
how to fight.

Why not?

-I'm giving you your freedom.
-No.

Freedom isn't given, it's taken.

-Think it over, I beg you.
-I said no, curse it!

Do these savages know of honor?

-Why do they fight?
-To survive.

Is that nothing to you?

Every human being is born
with honor and shame.

Don't disrespect them.

I don't understand
why you teach them to fight.

Cannibal tribes are constantly
coming to attack us

to fill their pantry.

It's the least I can do for them.

And...

...when our people return
to these lands, what?

Will you fight them too?

I hope they don't return.

I forgave them once.

I won't a second time.

No, no. That's enough.
That'll do. Please, no.

No, that's enough.
Please, no.

Guerrero, for God's sake!

You were in the Tercios...

I lost my youth fighting in Naples.

And what for?

So King Ferdinand
could put another castle

-on his herald?
-One also fights for honor.

Honor and fame
are for kings and their generals.

Soldiers like us
are left in oblivion.

And in hunger.

Why do you think I came here?

No one will remember us, Alonso.

No one.

No, that's enough, please.

No, that's enough.

No! The food is sacred.

Don't touch me, you wild beast!

They're going to kill him.

They're going to kill him!

Alonso!

-If you do it, they'll kill you.
-I'll take more than one with me.

Wait, let me process this.

-So their identities were false?
-We believe so.

They're experts in forgery
and child stealing.

Excuse the indiscretion, Inspector,

but why is there a nun with you?

Something similar happened
in her orphanage

and she saw the suspects.

She called to tell us
of the problem.

-I made the call.
-Right, tell us about them.

She was tall, thin and blonde.

-Right. And him?
-Dark hair,

wide shoulders.

I recall he had a scar on his cheek.

He said it was from the War.

I need to know what these agents'
contacts were in their time.

CONFIDENTIAL
MISSING

It's him.

Alright. Thanks a lot.

I hope you find Salvador
and bring him back.

We will, I'm sure. Thanks.

The man with the scar
was on Irene's list.

He's one of the missing agents.

It could be chance.

Communard, Marta's companion
and with a scar?

Three coincidences are more

-than just chance.
-Let's go.

Who'd have thought I'd die
in the 17th century,

in the conquest of America.

How did you think
you were going to die?

Well... stabbed by a junkie

is some slum neighborhood,
in my time.

-And you?
-I never think about such things.

If I did, I'd be dead.

When they open the cage,
we'll pounce on them.

It's all sorted out.

Very nice... drawings.

Good.

It's sweet, like marzipan.

Freeing us is strange,
but inviting us to dinner...

-It's to Alonso's credit.
-Mine?

You fought to save one of yours...

and it's Balam's son
that spared your life.

Nobility is valued here.

What's this snot-looking stuff?

They call it the drink of the gods.

They get it from a plant, the agave.

Tell him I'd rather try it tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

What one must do today,

one does not leave till tomorrow.

-What's he saying?
-You're to drink it.

It's delicious, eh?

Good. It's very good.

No, one of us better keep
a clear head.

Drink a little, go on.

Disgusting.

No, no...

How do you say "thank you"?

And this? Do you eat it?

Not for eating, eh? No, no.

Have a puff.

One puff, man, just to try it.

Go.
Come on.

I don't know how you can live
with these customs.

They're very generous.

If you respect their customs,
they go mad with joy.

I don't regret staying.

But I understand
that you want to go.

Tomorrow we'll take you
to the beach.

We'll give you a barge
so the three of you can return.

The three of us?

You came for Aguilar, didn't you?

I've been expecting it
since I freed our attackers.

And I'm not surprised.
Information is vital in any war.

Having someone who speaks Mayan
is worth its weight in gold.

As much as the gold
we came here to find.

But I don't understand
why you're letting him go.

-He'll become an enemy.
-Possibly.

But he's a good man who saved
many lives, and he has doubts.

Doubts that are killing him.

Who knows?

Maybe he'll convince those brutes

to treat the Indians better.

And...

how did you convince the chief?

It wasn't easy.

He wanted you as warriors.

Thanks.

And his son wanted to
sacrifice you to the gods.

Thanks a lot.

Who sent you?

If we told you,
you wouldn't believe us.

I knew it wasn't a German compass.

But I'm keeping the lenses.

Why are you letting us go?

Alonso, though many things
separate us,

I'm not as wild as you think.

Nor are they.

And when they are, they're no
more than we are, I swear.

Water, please.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I'm going to die, aren't I?

No. You'll be fine, you'll see.

Do you know I've called
the lottery twice?

I bring other people luck.

But I've never had it.

And now...

Now I finally find...

some parents...

ISLE OF COZUMEL, 1518

Welcome!

Thank you.

I'm Bernal del Castillo.

Good work.

We'll take care of the rest.

An emissary from Cortés
is here to get you.

-Very odd, by the way.
-What is?

The head of the retinue
has your surname.

-Captain Entrerríos?
-You know him?

Yes... No.
No, no, I've heard of him.

If I'd known there were
so many naked women

on this land,
I would've come before.

I've never even seen
my wife's knees!

What's that necklace?

My mother gave it to me,
before I came to the Indies.

Your mother must be rich
to give you gold necklaces.

Aguilar, aren't you eating?

No, thank you, I'm not hungry.

I came to say I'm going to rest.

I hope you don't hold a grudge
about what happened before.

No, Captain. We share the same faith,
that's the main thing.

Well said!

It's a shame Guerrero agree.

Well...

I think I'll retire too,
like Aguilar.

You knew Aguilar and Guerrero?

I'd heard of them.

And when we went to rescue them,

Guerrero paid me
with this scar for life.

At first I didn't realize who he was.

He looked like all the Indians.

But when he spoke our language
and said my name...

I couldn't believe it.
He was a great arquebusier.

He fought me.

I don't know how he could
reject his faith like that.

I agree.

Before you said you'd heard of me.

What did they say?

That you were brave,

bold...

audacious...

...and very daring.

The finest soldier in Castile.

When I'm big I want to be
a soldier like him.

How did he die?

Fighting like a hero for the glory
of his King and the Cross.

It was in the Indies,

taking the Christian faith
to the savages.

And you came to the edge
of the world to earn glory.

Whoever told you that was lying.

I came here for the money.

I want to find a place rich in gold,

get a royal concession
and hold an encomienda.

And your family?

Better off without me.

They'll get their money.

-Won't you miss them?
-No.

This place is full of women
more appealing than my wife.

And they don't look like martyrs
when we fornicate with them.

You have no children?

You're very interested in my family.

I was just asking.

Let them lead their lives,
like I've led mine.

So,

when you get the encomienda,
you'll stop serving the King.

I've been trying to for years.

Look, Alonso,

here we just get money
from pillaging.

There's no honor in that.

Nor shame in those that rule.

They send us here to kill or to die,

in exchange for nothing.

Do you understand?

You said that you'd have loved
to fight by my side.

I'd like nothing more.

Yes, good news.

Salvador has begun to improve.

They've taken the boy
to the hospital. Take a note.

Good work.

Tell me. Wait... Go ahead.

Thanks, comrade.

My grandfather's a son of a bitch.

But really,
letting it all hang out.

Aguilar told me how he spent up.

And not just that.

Our Bernal is not the real Bernal.

I don't understand.

-He's an impostor.
-That's right.

God wished me to meet
that great soldier

one night in a tavern in Écija.

Are you sure?

I still hadn't take the habit
and we drank that night.

He kept telling me about his feats.

He even told me
he traveled in time.

Drunk as a lord.

I laughed a lot at his craziness.

What do we do with Guerrero?

We must help him, please.

I don't share his ideas,
but he saved my life.

We can't let Entrerríos
take revenge on him.

If we could warn him...

The troops on ships will get there
before you in a canoe.

We can't ask for reinforcements.
We're alone, Alonso.

-They're in room 3.
-Thank you.

Good evening.
Salvador Martí's room?

He's a boy, recently admitted.

I'll look...

-Salvador Martí?
-Yes.

I'm sorry, I have no Salvador Martí.

Please, try Salvador Román.

Why did you do it?

Because I hate injustice.

That's why I helped to found
the new Sons of Padilla.

I'm sorry, but I have to do it.

The Grand Council decided.

Then you'll kill him?

Yes.

Can I say goodbye?

You've definitely lost your mind.

Quickly.

Who'd have thought
you'd become my worst enemy?

What's going on?

We're still alive.

Goodbye.

Let's go! Hurry!

That's right, for Spain!

And for the King and Queen!

Let's go.

Guerrero mustn't die, you know this.

Relax, I have Entrerríos
under control.

Nobody here.

They must've fled
when they heard us coming.

No sounds. A bad sign.

-So, what? Do we go?
-No!

We have to mission to accomplish.

And I have a debt to settle.

Search everything.

Leave and I'll spare your life!

You'll spare my life?

All this time among savages

has turned your head soft.

I told you not to come back.

You know I'm pig-headed.

And even more with
a son of a bitch like you.

I won't tell you again.

Leave.

What do we do?

Send them to the Lord, our God?

Leave them alone and I'll fight you.

If you win, you can do
what you like with the village.

If I win, you leave.

The King will reward me
for bringing him your head.

And I'll return the favor.

Long live Immortal God!

Hold it!

No one fire!

Too late.

Do you really think
that was necessary?

You know it was.

More will come.

We'll be waiting for them.

I must honor my last name.

You've never thought of returning?

Look at me.

Can you imagine me
going back to Palos like this?

-Is she willing to cooperate?
-Marta? I don't think so.

-In good time.
-Alonso and Pacino are outside.

Good. I don't want Pacino to know
that we have Marta.

-Understood?
-Yes.

Send them in.

Good afternoon.
What happened to your face, boss?

It's nothing.

Too much sun and no...

One thing. What happened to
the real Bernal in the end?

I sent Gil Pérez with a patrol
and they found him.

He'll be alright.

And Guerrero, how did he die?

He led the fight against
the Spanish for 20 years,

until an arquebus cut him down.

The man died,
but the legend was born.

And that necklace?

A gift.

You know you can't bring back
things from the past.

-It's the rules.
-Right, I know.

I also recovered this
in the middle of the battle.

Good. Relax, this will go to
the Museum of America.

Good.

In exchange...

David Bowie in Calderón Stadium...
In '87?!

Door 590. And take an umbrella.

It rained cats and dog that day.

-Thanks a lot.
-Can I go with him?

It's the 80s.

Will you leave me alone
with Alonso, please?

Of course.

-What a cool gig.
-Take it easy.

I want you to see something.

Here it says that
your grandfather died in 1518,

during the conquest.

History hasn't changed.

You shouldn't feel guilty.

Thank you.

But I'm not thinking about that now.

Dad, tell me what Granddad was like.

He was a brave man,

audacious,

bold...

and very daring.

The finest soldier in Castile.

When I'm big, I want to be
a soldier like him.

-Where's Pere Folch?
-He's dead.

I'm glad you're our new partner.

You must say that to all the girls.

You have until tomorrow
to show us how to time travel,

or you'll face the consequences.

Have they finished loading
the disintegrating energy tanks?

Yes, sir. The crew is waiting
in the spaceship.

Let them wait.

Time's Angels?

Yes, we're something like that.
And you?

I'm Pope Benedict XIII.

The rabbi told me you'd be coming.

-Abraham Levi.
-The creator of the Book of Doors.

Keep this book locked away,
I beg of you.

For the good of humanity,

don't let its pages come to light.

And this gibberish?
I don't understand.

Simple algorithms,
how to time travel.

This...

Actually, I have no fucking idea
of what I'm talking about.

Your father was executed
on May 28th of that year

-for planting a bomb in the street.
-My father didn't do it.

Our aim is to protect the weak,
not murder them.

That's why you tried to free him?

I swear to protect the Pope and...

-They Templar knights.
-Intruders!

And a woman!
Spies of the French king! Kill them!

A beautiful day to die.

You really fucking know
how to cheer a guy up.

-A nice day to crush those bastards.
-That's more like it.