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This man says he's the Pope?

Specifically, Pope Benedict XIII.

He looks like a granddad who's escaped from an asylum.

We'd all agree if not for the ring. Here.

-And your seal? -I keep it where...

no one would dare to look.

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

Mr. Levi, you have until tomorrow

to show us how to time travel.

If you don't you'll face the consequences.

The rabbi used three mechanisms of analysis:

gematry, the notarikon and the temurah.

-The temurah, sure. -One can time travel.

My father's in prison for founding the Sons of Padilla,

not for any crimes he committed.

-So you try to free him. -Every death is like it was my son.

When you save a life, you're saving the universe.

-Who are you? -I am Simón Bolívar.

Remember that name whenever you commit an injustice.

I'm sorry, but I've forgotten it already.

Yes, I'm a spirit. I've come back from the dead

to help you, my Templar brothers.

Very good.

You taught me to defend the innocent.

I thought I'd never see you again. Traitor!

-You sold out your people! -Security!

You can spend the night with me. I just want to sleep

knowing that someone's with me.

I want you to tell me stories, tales,

as if I were a girl.

This book shouldn't exist.

-The decision is yours. -As an old friend of mine said:

the future does not exist.

It's not written, for only the people with their decisions can write it.

In your mobile is a copy of the book

-one can use to time travel. -It's getting harder to dream.

We shouldn't have come.

By the look of it, you're right.

You can shove that blindfold.

Whatever my buddy says.

I envy you.

Why? We're both going to die.

Sure, but you believe in God and the hereafter,

and today's a good day to believe all that.

Believe or not, He exists. I'll see you around.

See you.

Ready!

Aim!

Stop!

Stop the execution!

Look, all this searching for Bolívar...

And at last we find him.

Why are you executing these men?

They wanted to attack Your Excellency, sir.

Lies! And we can prove it!

Take them to the Palace. I wish to question them personally.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 31 REFUGEES IN TIME

She's the same. Her vital signs are intact,

but the doctors don't know when she's come to.

-They can't operate? -The possibilities

of surviving an operation are low.

-We can only wait. -I don't like this situation.

The Sons of Padilla won't stand idly by.

-We have two of their leaders. -For all the good it does us.

-One's dead, the other in a coma. -But they don't know that.

We must prepare for the worst.

And the Exterminating Angel could surprise us again.

Have the Peñiscola bodies been identified?

None was an agent of ours.

I don't get it. They haven't infiltrated,

but they know the Ministry perfectly.

The abduction of the rabbi is the best proof of that.

What is it, Angustias?

Where are we?

Relax. Trust me.

A group of Moorish refugees has appeared in downtown Madrid.

Moorish?

Yes. They come from 1609.

HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE DRESSED FROM ANOTHER ERA APPEAR IN MADRID

We'll put them in the warehouse in the south wing.

We haven't used it for a while.

Yes, since we held the Prado Museum collections

to protect them from bombardment in the Civil War.

They should already be here.

We've set up the protocols as fast as possible.

With the fashion for selfies there'll be thousands of photos.

We leaked to the press that it's a demonstration of extras

protesting their labor rights.

Then maybe we righted some wrongs in this.

Yes, that's true. Oh, good, more coffee.

What do we do?

I'll offer to deal with them.

No. Irene and Ernesto have more experience at this.

I have experience too. I remind you, I helped

hundreds of people fleeing in search of a better life.

Alright. Irene, you stay with me.

The Presidency's going to drive us crazy.

Go and receive them.

I want to know how they got here.

-Great. Thanks. -Let's go.

Angustias.

Any news of Alonso and Pacino?

Nothing.

As you see, the King of Spain has sent for us to sign

on behalf of our country the recognition of these colonies.

Don't you mean "ex-colonies"?

My colleague means that with these documents

our country officially recognizes the independence of these lands.

Is there nothing else among those papers

apart from good wishes on behalf of Spain?

There is, madam.

A good mother never abandons her children,

even if they're determined to leave home.

Typical imperialist paternalism.

One must look to the future and forget the past.

Spain wishes to sign a trade treaty

beneficial to both parties.

Well then?

You two remind me of men I met when I was younger.

But by the look of you, you could only be their sons.

One had an Italian name. And here it says you're...

Fernando Esteso, sir.

And I'm Andrés Pajares.

It must be my imagination.

Fine.

You can stay in the palace for a few days

while I study the documents.

So we'll have two guests for dinner.

Of course. I want you to meet my trusted people.

My guards will take you to your rooms.

Thank you very much.

I'd swear I met those two when I was a kid in Madrid,

but they haven't aged and it's been 30 years.

They were with the Duchess of Osuna and Goya, the distinguished painter.

With Teresita del Toro.

So many responsibilities makes you imagine such things.

And so many bad memories too.

You should rest.

You take too many responsibilities on your shoulders, my love.

I don't understand. Some poor refugees

thrown out of their homes in the 17th century

and not a word of concern for them,

only of how to cover it a possible scandal.

All in good time. We're facing one of

the Ministry's biggest problems:

that everyone finds out it exists.

Don't fret, Fatima. It'll all turn out fine.

Goodbye.

The camp lights

will go out at 22:30.

Everyone take it easy.

If God wished that this is our final destination,

he must have some reason.

Don't worry. We'll treat you well

and see to all your needs.

Where are we? You attire is strange.

Right. We'll talk about that.

Now eat and rest. You can clean up later.

Thank you.

Food is being handed out

beside tents 2 and 3.

They're exhausted and confused.

I read in today's papers

that there are still refugees fleeing wars.

Yes, it's true.

Then we're doing something wrong.

Yes, only these refugees weren't fleeing from their kingdom.

They come from their era, and they're as Spanish as we are.

I'm so glad to hear you.

Any problems getting to Bolívar?

We had a wonderful welcome.

They'll never forget us.

But Bolívar gives us odd looks. I think he remembers us.

After 30 years?

I get that feeling.

So do I.

But we're gaining his trust.

And the lady, Manuela.

A strong-willed woman.

Do you know she's in Bolívar's High Command

at the rank of colonel?

She's very much in charge

and Bolívar clearly holds her in high esteem.

Have you been in touch with our agent there?

No, but we soon will.

Stay alert and shadow the Liberator.

-The attack is imminent. -Okay, boss.

And remember, I want the perpetrator alive.

How's everything there?

Terrific.

-He sounded weird, huh? -He sounded the same as usual.

Sure, you didn't notice anything.

How could you if you're becoming obsessed?

-You're pissed off about saving Bolívar. -Is it that obvious?

If you'd smile now and then maybe it wouldn't be.

I have to butter up to this traitor as well?

Simón Bolívar fought for the independence of his people,

as we did with the Romans and with Napoleon.

Bolívar and the other liberators took advantage of our magnanimity.

And he has Spanish blood in his veins!

Did you see any Indian with officer's braids?

No, they're servants or cannon fodder.

Yes, but if anyone had the right to defend their land

it was those Indians with Guerrero,

and as a Spaniard I'll never understand

how he could be a Mayan chief,

but I must admit one thing,

that he fought for them, he didn't take advantage of them.

These fops are heirs to Spanish blood

and they don't want independence,

they want power to carry on with their shenanigans.

Alonso, it's none of our business.

This man saved our lives

and now we must do the same.

That's the mission. In a nutshell!

I'll complete my mission,

but don't ask me to like it.

The Government man is here.

Man? I thought it was a woman.

What was her name? She made eyes at Ernesto.

-Marisa. -That's it. Marisa.

While we're in a state of emergency

I'll take her place.

Send the Moors back to their time?

Those are the orders.

I'm afraid that's impossible, sir.

There are protocols to follow.

-Protocols? -Yes.

The first is health. Anyone coming from another era

may bring diseases that would be deadly today.

Hence the analyses.

God damn you!

This instrument takes blood?

Your leeches are very strange.

I assure you, it's necessary.

It'd be a big help if you convinced your people to cooperated.

Don't worry. If they see me do it, they will too.

I've never seen the like of it. And I've treated kings.

-You're a doctor? -I am.

-Sir. -Yes.

She's burning up.

She won't be the only one. They're all weak.

Gosh.

Right now they could catch any disease.

What are you doing here, Velázquez?

I want to help.

Good, then go to the café

and tell them we need all the water they've got.

Yes, sir.

In the same way that someone from another time

can catch diseases here,

if we return them immediately to their era

these could become pandemic. That would affect our history.

-How? -Even the King could be infected.

Or an anonymous citizen

that was the great-grandfather of the great-grandfather

of Ramón y Cajal, for example, and he wouldn't be born.

I need my herbs.

Yes, we'll take care of it. We have antibiotics.

What's that?

Apart from the health question, there's something urgent to investigate.

To get here one must use one of the time doors.

How did the Moors know of its existence?

That's the second protocol.

I think it's time you told me where we are.

Yes.

Look, it's not easy to believe, but...

you've travelled in time.

-That's not possible. -Yes, it is.

For this you came through a door.

-Do you recall how you reached it? -We only left Elsh.

Where?

Elsh is Elche in Arabic.

We were forced to leave our home by Royal troops.

Part of the group didn't escape.

We were lucky. Young Cosme guided us.

He's a brave young man and the only Christian to help us.

How long have you known him?

Just a few days. He appeared suddenly and saved us.

He's what you call in your religion a "guardian angel".

Let's go.

Attention. General alarm.

We have an infiltrator among the Moors. Evacuate the galleries.

Let's go.

Attention, this is not a drill.

Abandon the galleries.

Attention, this is not a drill. Abandon the galleries.

What is going on?

Not one more step, Cosme!

Attention, this is not a drill. Abandon the galleries.

Careful.

Your gun, quickly.

Abandon the galleries. This is not a drill.

Abandon the galleries.

Velázquez, out of the way.

Right now.

Turn around slowly and hands up.

Swallow it, dog!

Breathe deeply.

What happened?

This man looks like Velázquez.

He doesn't look like him. He is Velázquez.

There's enough explosives here to blow up the whole Ministry.

They're terrorists.

They're refugees who were fleeing when this man joined them.

He brought them here.

I'm sure they knew, but wanted revenge on their persecutors.

I doubt it. They were tricked.

This man knew how to get here.

And as he went to set off the bomb, he said "Swallow it, dog".

A Son of Padilla.

Can you explain that in layman's terms?

That'll take some time.

Tomorrow I want a full report on what's going on here.

As for the refugees,

I want them returned to their era as soon as possible.

We can't yet.

Our health staff have detected a lot of sick people.

If it's something they caught here,

they can't leave the Ministry until they recover.

48 hours.

Then I want no trace left of this nightmare.

So Palacios, who's spent all his life with the general, said:

"What sir thinks, only sir knows".

Old José Palacios,

always faithful as a dog to the court of the Austrias.

Their kings love posing for paintings with their dogs.

They could do so with their generals.

If they were all as faithful as my old butler,

this country wouldn't be full of fake fur liberals.

Please, enjoy the food, we're among comrades.

With all due respect, I am not your comrade.

Nor am I one of your aides.

And I cannot laugh.

We were almost executed without considering our purpose or papers.

Talking about justice is easy.

Being just seems to be a little harder for you.

What do you know of wars?

You're a bureaucrat.

And bureaucrats,

at the first whistle of cannon, soil their undergarments.

Gentlemen, please, a little respect for our guests.

Thank you, madam.

In this land the ladies have the elegance the generals lack.

Let's not be like this.

We just have a different sense of humor.

No, we have a different sense of honor.

Tell me the time, the weapon and the place.

I'll be there by God.

And we'll see who soils their undergarments.

Excuse me.

Have you gone mad?

You know you could screw up the mission and die as well?

Relax, I'll hit him right between the eyes.

You can't do that, you'll change history.

Look... Rafael Urdaneta.

He'll be the last president of Gran Colombia.

That's called changing history in a big way.

My honor was forged in blood and fire on the battlefield

and a true Spaniard

will not allow his country to be denigrated.

He's so old-fashioned.

We're not killers.

We knew nothing, I swear.

Poor lad.

That lad used you all to do away with us.

Anyone only motivated by revenge is poor.

We lived in peace until they expelled us.

Then came wars in which we all lost our heads.

I know what happens to your soul when that happens.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Yes. That should never have been written in a holy text.

I'll do it. Relax.

-You're close to giving birth. -Just a week away.

Maryam was a Christian who fell in love with Said, my nephew.

She married him and changed her faith, more out of love than belief.

-Now Said is dead. -I'm sorry.

All that's left of him is the son in her belly.

I pray he is not born with hate in his soul.

It's over.

Now the Presidency will know all about the secret societies.

Yes. And this Bosco makes me uneasy.

He's a bureaucrat. That's enough in itself.

I've met worse, I assure you.

What did you find out?

They knew nothing and we found nothing dangerous in their belongings.

The Sons of Padilla used the Moors

-as a Trojan Horse. -They knew there were so many

that we'd have no time for security control.

True, our reaction was deficient.

And we were too kind. Compassion for these poor people

outweighed the feeling of menace. But this Son of Padilla

had no compassion for anyone.

That bomb could've killed everyone,

us and the Moors

he was supposedly leading to freedom.

Damn it.

It's time to take decisions.

We have 48 hours to find a way out for these poor people.

-And I see only one option. -What?

Getting safety guarantees for our refugees

once they abandon their country in their time.

With all due respect, Salvador,

why must we intervene in history by saving the lives of these Moors?

Many more died in the expulsion.

I didn't say anything, sorry. What do you want me to do?

Go with Lola at once to 1609 to negotiate with Phillip III.

Try not to get the wrong city.

In 1609 Valladolid was no longer the kingdom's capital.

Yes, to the greater glory of the Duke of Lerma.

Glory, I don't know, but benefit, certainly.

-Yes, Angustias? -Turn on the TV.

-And you have a theory? -The Government's hiding something.

It wasn't a film shoot because there were no cameras.

I was there and I took photos.

I asked all the extras agencies. It was none of them.

-Who do you think they were? -I don't know.

But they've vanished and no one wants to give any more information.

No one wants to answer a simple question:

Where are they? But we'll find the answer.

-That's the last straw. -I couldn't have said it better.

You must find her before she talks any more.

More publicity on this is not good for us.

Especially now that we're going to take over the Ministry of Time.

I don't know you very well, but you're clearly upset by this situation.

Who wouldn't be upset about these poor people?

Well, well.

So you're not as selfish and egotistical as they say.

They say that of me? They don't know me.

It's not my fault that I'm one of the greats of Spanish painting.

You don't have a grandma to brag to.

They say that too? They lie, I do, and she's a good woman.

You know what?

This refugee situation reminds me of the Civil War.

I risked my life trying to save those fleeing to France

and Jews headed for Spain.

Now I can't do anything. That's what hurts most.

I remember...

I had a Moorish slave.

Juan Pareja. A good painter. Not as good as you, of course.

Juanito

was my assistant for years.

He ground the colors and prepared my canvases.

I was so blind I didn't see his talent before.

Every night I think that his unfinished works

could be in a museum alongside mine.

We all make mistakes.

The problem's not the mistakes, it's not being able to fix them.

Lola, we're going on a mission.

Of course. Where are we going?

To negotiate with Phillip III on a dignified return of the Moors.

-Could I...? Please! -No.

No, and don't go on about it!

We'll pretend to be rich local landowners

that don't want to lose their Moorish workers.

-You'll be my daughter. -Perfect.

-Who do I pretend to be? -Our servant.

Fine, I won't let you down.

And I can help you with my knowledge of the era.

I painted Phillip III on horseback.

I'm his son's favorite painter.

Velázquez, in 1609 you were 10 years old.

And bright for my age.

When I tell Salvador, he'll kill me.

Tell him it's my fault. After all, it is true.

Yes, I'll tell him alright.

Elena! To the car, now!

I'll talk to you later.

Divorce trouble?

Why do you say that?

No, nothing, just from your finger.

There was a ring there.

You know, no ring plus a quarrel equals divorce.

You're very perceptive.

Yes, it's a divorce problem.

It's a shame you're not so perceptive in other matters.

I'm very disappointed in you.

This Moor matter is slipping through your fingers.

-There's a lawyer. -Elena Castillo.

-You know her? -Yes, from the TV.

But don't worry. No one will believe a madwoman.

The less notice we take of her, the less dangerous she'll be.

You realize we'll have to take care of her.

Of course.

We're starting to see eye to eye.

Though there's something I could dismiss you for right now.

Why didn't you inform the Presidency

on the secret societies?

Because in this Ministry we can solve our own problems.

At the point of death were

Goya,

Alfonso XII,

the rabbi that created the Book of Doors and you yourself.

The peace treaty of Valladolid

with the English almost wasn't signed.

But everything was solved in time.

I assure you, it's quite hard

to control the entire history of Spain.

Your report says you have two members of the Sons of Padilla.

-One dead and another... -Marta Cascajosa.

She still hasn't come to, and it's possible she won't.

If she does, I want to interrogate her personally.

You will.

I'm worried that agents from another era will join these communards.

As for the Exterminating Angel, is there any news?

We haven't found any infiltrators yet,

but we know that they have the Book of Doors

and know the Ministry to perfection.

I want you to know that in me you have your greatest ally.

I think it's time to increase the budget of this Ministry.

I like those words more than the fat guy in Bonanza likes steak.

I don't understand.

Four horses coming from Bonanza...

Sorry?

-Chiquito. -Chiquito?

No, I mean it'll be a pleasure to work with you.

Even if I insist that you expel those Moors as soon as possible?

Relax. We're working on it.

General, only you can stop this

and there's still time.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Each man is the master of his own destiny.

Your friend has an advantage.

He has the first shot, chosen by lot.

Attention!

Shoot! Let's get this over and done with!

I'm sorry for having provoked this.

I've never had such a worthy rival.

I beg you to accept my apologies.

Another scene like that and I won't need a firing squad.

You were going to sacrifice yourself for the mission?

Forget it. I want to end this mission as soon as possible.

I got a call from Rubiales.

There's new information on the attack.

Can we count on them?

As sure as the sun comes up in the morning.

That's it then, we go in

and you cover me while I kiss the saint.

Tomorrow Longanizo is history. God, country, King.

Longanizo?

President Bolívar was called that by those who wish him harm.

Seems like a lot of them.

-Can we hear a bit before? -Yes, of course.

That's it then, we go in

and you cover me while I kiss the saint.

-Stop, stop. -What is it?

This man has a Spanish accent

and speaks like someone from my era.

Yes, he's called Arteche.

But being from your era doesn't fit.

"Country, God and King" or more like a 19th century Carlist.

Or the Exterminating Angel.

-What the devil is that? -Bad guys.

We'll fill you in later.

-Is that all of it? -No.

The big man has said 'yes'.

He acts like he's been persuaded, but he'll do it just before the party.

I trust him.

Santander acts or steps aside,

but he must decide now.

Santander? General Santander?

Yes. It's a conspiracy, the real deal.

How can you be so sure? Where does his rumor come from?

They're not rumors. Believe me, Manuela.

Why are you so surprised?

-It's not the first time. -True.

They've tried to kill the general over 20 times.

I didn't know it was so many.

Some are just popular legend, but most are true.

The last time was at a gala ball.

When I discovered the plot to kill him, I wore such a low neckline

you could almost see my breasts.

It caused such a fuss that Simón demanded an explanation from me.

In the commotion, the killer had to flee

because he had no clear shot.

You have more courage than many of the men I know.

That doesn't matter now.

My life would be over if Simón died.

Tell me why I should believe you.

The one who want to kill him are Spaniards.

That's how we know.

-What? -Yes.

The trade treaty is a sham.

We came to stop the attack, following the clues we have.

King Ferdinand is so interested

in the health of what no longer belongs to him?

History cannot go backwards. We must look to the future.

Who's the suspect? Someone nostalgic for royal power?

-Something like that. -Yes.

Madam, we wouldn't be telling you this

unless we were absolutely certain.

I don't understand why you want to save my husband.

From the little I know you

you've shown that you yearn for past times.

That's right, madam, but I'm a soldier

and I know that my duty is to obey the government that sends me,

whether I agree with its decisions or not.

The alternative would be treason.

And Bolívar has more than one traitor around him.

I want to get out of here.

Not until you talk to Salvador.

-You met him at the wedding too. -I've never been to a stranger wedding.

Hold on, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

But all in good time, don't worry.

In other circumstances, Alonso would've brought you here,

but he's out on a mission.

As usual.

He hasn't told you what our job consists of?

He told me some rubbish once, but I didn't believe him,

about him time travelling.

I thought he wanted us to split up,

and how about that, he succeeded in the end.

-You're not together now? -No.

-I'm sorry. -I'm not.

He's too possessive, too wrapped up in the old world.

Poor man, he can't help it.

What do you mean?

If he hasn't told you, I'm not going to.

-More coffee? -No, I want to get out of here.

To investigate the refugee matter?

Are you involved in that?

Sorry for the delay.

Come with me.

You're asking me to guarantee the safety of some Moors?

Majesty, it's the last card we have left to play.

More space, for God's sake.

-Who is this man? -Our servant, Majesty.

And servants know about painting now?

Pardon his indiscretion, Majesty.

And pardon the lives of these Moors,

for by expelling them you condemn them to death.

I've fought from the first day for peace in this kingdom,

and I'll continue to do so, whatever the cost.

Believe me, my conscience is clear.

They don't deserve it after all they've done for us.

It's what they've deserved for a long time.

But not what is most just.

You speak of justice, but you ask me to save yours and not others.

These Moors have only one way out,

by sea,

and I'll not use my men to protect them.

-They're Christians! -False Christians!

And according to Lerma's reports, they could be conspiring,

and I will not let us be invaded from within!

Any more comments about my portrait?

I'd better bite my tongue.

Careful you don't poison yourself.

You may go.

I assure you, I have more serious problems than some infidels.

At least when I come along standards go up.

This Barolomé is a doodler. That portrait had no life.

Velázquez, please, we have a job to do here.

And we'll do it.

I swear, when I paint him on horseback,

-the horse will come off better. -Good.

I'll paint him arrogant and stupid.

What's wrong with her?

Didn't Amelia pretend to be one of her ladies?

Yes. As Spínola's niece.

But I can't recall the name she took.

I'll take care of it.

Excuse me, Majesty.

Who are you?

I'm a good friend of Spínola's niece.

Beatrice.

Yes, Beatrice.

Tell her I miss her terribly.

And more so now that pain has seized me.

What's wrong?

My son Felipe.

He caught a chill and then a fever

for which they find no cure.

I warned you to prepare yourself.

Alonso...

Alonso told me the truth.

I'm just saying, but after rescuing you from Medieval knights

at the Ortigosa wedding, you could've suspected something.

I can't believe it.

You just saw La Belle Otero.

She's charming. Well, she was.

The bad part of time travel is you then have to accept

that all the charming people you see

have been dead for a long time.

Why tell me this?

He told me it was a state secret.

Yes, just before the canned laughter started.

How was I to imagine this?

I'll be honest with you.

I'm showing you this so that you realize you're playing with fire.

No one can reveal this secret.

Is my life in danger?

I can assure it is.

This matter of the refugees is sensitive material.

You'll stay here until it all blows over.

And no statements on television, agreed?

Why are you doing all this?

Because I protect my people, and theirs.

Now let's go see the refugees. Follow me.

-I can't believe it. -Yes.

I assure you, I've had a lot of experiences

since I've headed the Ministry,

but it's the first time I've seen something like this.

What'll you do with them?

For now, take care of them. But they'll have to return to their era.

I don't know much about history,

but I don't believe they had a happy ending.

No, no, they did not.

That's what we're working on.

Excuse me.

Yes?

...will be done in the field hospital...

Yes, I'll be right there

Excuse me.

How did Velázquez get permission to go with you?

-It was my fault. -No, mine.

Right...

Tell me, how did you go with Phillip III?

Good news and bad news.

The good news is that his father didn't tell him he could time travel.

-Just as well. -No king from the past

knew they could time travel until 2017?

No. Can you imagine all of them coming to claim their rights? No.

Only presidents and heads of state have known

since well into the 19th century.

The task is so great

that we need all their cooperation.

Now, tell me.

-What's the bad news? -Phillip III won't give in.

He refuses to protect the refugees.

If the Moors return, we're sending them to certain death.

Time passes and things never change.

All these humanitarian declarations,

but when the crunch comes, nothing.

When will rulers realize

that their prime task is to watch over the governed?

Whatever the religion or ideology might be.

I was going to say that perhaps it was worth insisting to Phillip III,

but with Velázquez along, I imagine you've done that.

You're the champion of insistence.

You're not calling me a pain in the ass, as they say now?

Oh, God no.

-Stubborn, very stubborn. -Me?

That's my reputation!

Anyway, it's not a good time to insist.

His son, the future Phillip IV,

is sick and the court is paralyzed.

What a paradox. Phillip III also had bad fevers

-when he was four. -The same age as his son now.

Yes, I know of no greater example of a lack of gratitude.

-Why? -Phillip III will end up

expelling the Moors,

while the doctor that cured him of these fevers as boy was a Moor.

Blessed paradox.

"The only one to carry out his will

is he who, do to so, needs not use another man."

"From which one deduces that the greatest asset

is not authority but liberty".

"That man is truly free who desires what he is able to perform

and does what he desires."

When you look at me like that, I'm the happiest man in the world.

That's what the finest man I've every known deserves.

Remember the first time we saw each other?

Yes, in Quito.

I was on horseback, passing under your balcony,

you threw me a crown of roses

that hit me right in the chest.

And when we were introduced at the reception ball you said:

"Madam, if my soldiers had your aim,

we'd have already won the war with Spain."

Take this, it'll do you good.

Thank you.

I love you.

Why are you staring at me?

You told me you cured kings.

I lied.

I cured someone who ended up being king.

-King Phillip III. -That's right.

-I told you! -Be quiet, Velázquez.

Didn't you say that when the expelled you?

Yes, and it did me no good.

My people had to leave their homes, their belongings.

We've lost everything.

Even our future.

Even after saving his life it's like "I don't remember you".

Just as well he was called "The Pious".

Our lack of memory has a long history.

And after everything that's happened,

if you could go back in time

would you save him again?

Yes. Above all, I'm a doctor.

What's wrong?

My baby, it's coming.

Help. Help, help.

Help, help!

They're here.

You know what you must do.

I beg you, don't put your life in danger.

Thank you, but I decide what to do with my life.

As you wish.

Shoot them!

Out of the way.

You'll have to kill me first, you bastard.

Long live the old laws!

Screw your sorry ass.

Push! Push!

Just as well you came.

But wouldn't it be better to call a doctor?

Breathe.

Well, unless it's to help us name the baby...

...because it's already here.

Push!

Push!

Push! Go on.

Push!

What are you laughing at, asshole?

I don't want to kill you, otherwise...

That's why I'm laughing, because you can't kill me.

Shit, a mystic.

You're the one who won't make it out of here alive.

For Santiago and for Spain!

If you mean because of your comrades, forget them.

I don't mean them.

I will kill you.

Lucky I didn't fight the duel.

Can't you finish a mission by yourself?

There's no doubt, he's from the Exterminating Angel.

Or the Fantastic Four.

Jeez, what a pest!

-He's so cute. -Yes.

What are you calling him?

Said, like his father.

How is your son?

No court doctor has managed to lower the fever.

I know a doctor that could use all his means to save his life.

He'd be in the best hands.

And why isn't he here?

I'm the king. Who is this man?

All I ask is that if he cures the prince

that you heed our petitions.

So be it.

Habib, is that you?

Yes, Majesty.

It's been a long time.

You saved my life.

And I'd do so again, if necessary.

Can you save our son?

Take me to the prince.

Hold on, we're here now.

It's all sorted out.

I told you the Ministry can solve its own problems.

The Moors have gone back to their era

and we've made a pact of silence with Elena Castillo.

-The lawyer? -Exactly.

And on the way we saved the life of Simón Bolívar.

It's non-stop here.

I didn't know Bolívar's life was in danger

or that we had a mission to save some foreigners.

Our mission is to look after the history of Spain,

and yours is to increase our budget.

I keep my promises.

I think this is the start of a great friendship.

I think so too.

A pleasure.

You were right, he's not to be trusted.

How did you reach that conclusion?

Because you can't trust someone who doesn't know what "Bonanza"

or Chiquito de la Calzada are.

It was the damned tea.

You put me to sleep, didn't you?

She saved your life.

-By risking hers. -That doesn't matter.

The main thing is that you're alright,

that Colombia still the president

who fought for its freedom.

Thank you for granting us custody of that bastard.

It's the least I can do for someone who risked their life for me.

It's time to say goodbye.

Tell me one thing, Messrs. Pajares and Esteso.

Who are you, really?

Mercenaries?

Spies?

We're two men who accomplished a mission.

The papers we brought were a sham.

Our real mission was to stop your death.

Why would Spain do something like that?

A country I've fought so much?

Like it or not, we do our duty.

In my delirium, I mistook you for two men

who helped me win over my first wife, Teresa del Toro.

How sad, my God.

Why? You're alive.

Because I've fought so that my country doesn't resemble the old Spain

and it does the same thing.

Mistreat those who shed blood for it.

Who'd have thought that Santander was a traitor?

A piece of advice: trust Urdaneta.

Yes, he's a man of honor.

I'll see you out.

Bon voyage, my friends.

PORT OF VALENCIA, 1609

Habib, Queen Margarita has managed to get you to Italy.

And relax, you'll be protected by the Pope,

who strongly opposed your expulsion.

The Duke of Maqueda will escort you there,

as he did before with the Moors from his properties.

A great man and a better Christian.

A good heart is not the property of one faith.

No, nor evil, Habib, I know this very well.

It's time to go.

Take care with these strange journeys you go on.

I'm a man of science and all this seems like magic to me.

It is, Habib, it is.

Right then...

Tell me again, because I'm not in the mood for more surprises.

The man you arrested when he tried to kill Bolívar...

I shot him three times and there was no effect.

The doctors took the bullets out.

They're... burnt, misshapen.

They've never seen anything like it.

And the wounds healed as if by magic.

It's like a miracle.

I thought God invented miracles

for good and holy people, not for killers.

The doctors are doing tests on him.

They needed a triple dose to sedate him.

We'll have to interrogate him at some point.

We finally have someone form the Exterminating Angel.

It won't be easy. I've never seen someone so hard to defeat.

If I've learnt anything all these years,

it's that every Achilles has his heel.

He's got it well hidden.

We almost had to call Special Forces to subdue him.

In any case, congratulations.

Bolívar will have the end history holds for him.

Right.

Dying two years later.

Was it worth all the effort?

If it'd been one week he'd have to be saved anyway.

History says so and it had to be done.

By the way, what happened to Santander?

He condemned to death after the attempt on Bolívar's life.

But the Liberator commuted the sentence to exile,

sending him to Europe.

On his return he banished Manuela,

when he was president of the Republic of New Granada.

Bastard...

Manuela died in Peru after a diphtheria epidemic

at the age of 58.

Speaking of great women...

Angustias, send her in, please.

Right away.

Hello, Alonso.

That man looks a bit like Velázquez.

Yes, a passing resemblance.

Aren't you going to say anything?

I wouldn't know where to start.

At the beginning, maybe.

Good idea.

Come with me, I want to show you something.

SEVILLE, 1575

Why did you bring me here?

Because this is my era.

That woman is Blanca,

my wife.

It's impossible.

I always thought I'd only love that woman.

Now maybe you can understand why I fell in love with you.

Good morning, Marta.

Who are you?

Marta Cascajosa is a killer.

She can give us vital information

in order to end the Sons of Padilla.

Let me speak to Marta. I'll get her to remember everything.

You're the least suitable person, you have outstanding issues with her.

-Then... -Sir.

-What is it? -"Paloma Fair".

This light opera is jinxed.

Apart from me getting pregnant, everything's happened.

I don't travel in time, Alonso. Time travels through me.

Only God is immortal.

You recall nothing of the accident?

Who do they remind me of?

That's Galdós and the other's Echegaray.

-How do you know? -General knowledge.

This is the Madrid hospitality you shout about?

This work could ruin me.

I've never had a flop. Not one!

The job's not easy, son,

but it has its perks

if you do it without nonsense.

-No more sob stories. -You're a sob story.

-You are Susana. -Me?

How can I play the lead if I don't even know the work?

And I'll have to sing.

I came in loving a great actress

and I leave loving a great woman.

Everyone onstage!

You can't get out of here.

I only want you to believe me.

Do you look like a 16-year-old girl?

What is this, a joke?

And a Chinese shawl I shall give to you.