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Stop the execution.

We looked everywhere for Bolívar...

And finally we've found him.

Some Moorish refugees have appeared in Madrid.

They've come from 1609.

My name is Fernando Esteso, sir.

And mine, Andrés Pajares.

You have traveled in time.

Young Cosme guided us.

The Children of Padilla used them as a Trojan horse.

They haven't infiltrated, but they know the Ministry perfectly.

Stay alert and shadow the Liberator everywhere.

The attack is imminent.

Why should I believe you?

The ones who want to kill him... are Spaniards.

The Government delegate... he's here.

"He"? Wasn't it a woman?

While we are in this state of emergency,

I'm taking her place.

Alonso...

Alonso told me the truth.

He has a Spanish accent and speaks as if he were from my era.

Yes, his name is Arteche.

But "Country, God and king"

seems more typical of a Carlist from the 19th century"

The doctors removed the bullets.

They seem to have come apart

and the wounds have healed as if by magic.

-Good morning, Marta. -Who are you?

And that woman is Blanca, my wife.

It's not possible.

You have in me the best of allies.

He's not to be trusted.

...natum videte.

Reyem angelorum...

Why did I ever get into this mess?

I'd be so happy in my own house,

doing crochet and watching TV.

And what are your names?

You.

Casta Ruiz.

-And you? -Susana.

Casta, Susana.

It's a lie!

What are you to these two young ladies?

Say something, ma'am.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 32 TIME OF THE FAIR

Here are all the passwords,

4 DAYS EARLIER

the letters that have to be answered...

Perfect. Now, will you please go on vacation?

I don't like leaving you with all these problems,

but if I don't take these free days I'll lose them.

Exactly.

Why go back to your era when you have such a choice?

I've always wanted to see the premiere of "The Paloma Fair".

I was out of Madrid that day.

I was looking after my mother, God rest her.

"The Paloma Fair"?

-Isn't that a zarzuela? -Yes.

Where are you going with your shawl from Manila?

-No, I don't recognize it. -I'm not surprised.

I've never really liked modern music.

How nice. The zarzuela, modern music.

I've always liked Antonio de Cabezón.

But to really switch off, the best is Gregorian chant.

Well...

I'm off.

I have to dress up for my era.

Find a boyfriend, darling. Be happy.

Goodbye, Angustias. And remember to come back.

Goodbye.

It's unbelievable. She loves music so much and she sings so badly.

Like a cricket.

It isn't her.

Marta isn't Marta?

-Then who is she? -Yes, it's her,

but her brain is affected.

She didn't even recognize me. She's like a different person.

Yeah...

She's very like the person who tried to kill us in San Sebastian.

And she has to pay for her sins.

Don't ask stupid questions. Marta Cascajosa is a murderer.

She even tried to kill you once. You must interrogate her.

The doctors advised against it.

She can give us important information

to wipe out the Children of Padilla.

She still has severe amnesia.

She's faking.

If that's so, we'll find out and you'll be the first to know.

And Arteche? Has he talked?

He isn't collaborating.

We're waiting for the results of some tests we did.

-Tests? -Apparently,

he has an incredible capacity for regeneration.

He was shot several times and he's fine.

How can that be?

That's what we'd like to know.

To sum up, we are still in the hands of those two groups of fanatics.

If you have any suggestions for doing it better,

I'll be happy to hear it.

I have one:

to have you all replaced if you don't solve the problem.

And very soon.

We must get information from our detainees.

-Irene, you see to Marta. -Yes.

-I'll take Arteche. -No, it's better if Alonso does it.

Arteche and he seem two of a kind.

That will help us.

God, how I envy Angustias.

So relaxed, on vacation.

MADRID, FEBRUARY 15, 1894

CANCELLED

It can't be.

It can't be.

Boss, with all respects,...

You don't understand why I asked Alonso to interrogate Arteche.

I have more experience.

-I have my reasons for doing it. -Then let me talk to Marta.

-I'll get her to remember. -Not you, of all people.

-You have scores to settle with her. -Well, then?

-Oh, Lord. -What's wrong?

Something terrible, the worst of the worst.

Will you please explain?

They aren't going to open The Paloma Fair.

Don't use physical force.

That man is a prodigy of nature.

Try a friendly approach.

You catch more flies with honey.

Express friendliness, a sense of humor.

Well, friendliness will do.

Ask if he's being treated well, speak of things you have in common...

In common?

-He's our enemy. -You're both men of action.

You're soldiers.

Get Arteche to relax.

-Use empathy? -Use what?

The Paloma Fair

or the pharmacist, the girls of Madrid

and poorly repressed jealousy.

The title says it all.

"Lyrical farce with words by Ricardo de la Vega

and music by Tomás Bretón".

Wasn't it a zarzuela?

Well, call it a lyrical farce, call it a zarzuela.

Instead they're showing "The shirtless of Chueca".

Great, someone predicted Gay Pride Day.

It says here it premiered in 1894.

Wasn't it cancelled?

The opening is in four days. We have that margin to stop it disappearing.

Are the secret societies behind this?

Sure, as if they've got nothing better to do.

Do we have to go and save The Paloma Fair?

-We've got 1,000 problems to solve. -Don't you like zarzuela?

This thing where people are talking

and suddenly they start singing is a bit loopy.

You didn't complain so much about saving Don Quixote.

There's only one of that, There are 1,000 zarzuelas.

The Paloma Fair is the mother of them all.

And a total bore.

My neighbor plays the damn cassette all day.

A blonde and a brunette...

-I even had nightmares. -Thank you.

Thank you for informing us of your tastes, Pacino.

I couldn't live without having learned them.

Well, you'll travel to Madrid 1894.

Angustias will go with you.

It's her era and she knows it well.

-You're under Pacino's orders. -Yes, sir.

I think you've lost your vacation.

Anything for The Paloma Fair.

Pacino and Lola, you have to get work in the Apolo.

If I don't have to sing, perfect.

-It's best if I don't sing. -Good idea.

Get moving, folks, we haven't got all day.

That's the boss man.

Good day.

We're looking for work.

Indeed. Do you think there's work to spare in Spain?

Fuck, it's always the same.

I'm a seamstress and my fiancé, a carpenter.

But we'll do whatever has to be done. We have to pay for the wedding.

-We won't let you down. -We'll see about that.

I don't want to see those backdrops again!

Wait for Perico, the storeman.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

I hope you're only taking what's yours.

Things go missing here.

A thief believes everybody steals.

Good riddance to bad rubbish!

The actor's life is sad, always moving around.

You should have learned that by now.

I say it's an ill wind that blows no good.

-We can bring the wedding forward. -Yes, of course.

They're getting married, like us.

Mr. Arregui, I beg you.

Can't this be fixed?

I can't explain what's happened.

You can't explain it? This zarzuela is jinxed.

Everything that could go wrong did.

It looks bad, eh? Is it that serious?

The storeman says that the budget went sky high

and the actors are tyrants.

And yesterday a beam fell and nearly killed two singers and an actress.

Which actress?

-Pilar something. -Pilar Vidal?

She's playing Aunt Antonia. She's the best.

Well, she's broken her leg.

So she's screwed.

What can we do?

Maybe Bretón can persuade Arregui.

The composer?

And where can we find him?

The ticket girl says he goes to the Levante café every day.

You're good, Angustias, very good.

There's more than enough days to open that work.

Days yes, but interest...

That's Bretón.

And now what? Our work has been cancelled.

-That's Ricardo de la Vega. -I want to open "La Dolores",

-my Wagnerian-inspired opera -Did he say Valerian?

Wagnerian, from Wagner.

Of course.

Have you forgotten the success you had

with "The Lovers of Teruel"?

The audience carried me out shoulder high.

Now that is culture.

A day will come when this country forgets farces

and decides to support real art.

Opera.

And you, Bretón, will be its prime mover.

There's nothing wrong in bringing art to the people.

-It's necessary. -Necessary?

What need does Bretón have

to tarnish his prestige with the damn Fair?

Why do they look familiar?

The masses have to be taught passion, they have to be taught life.

1,000 PESETAS

That one over there is Galdós,

-and the other is Echegaray. -How do you know?

General culture.

When he was younger, Galdós was a Ministry agent.

-Really? -Yes.

-Why did he leave? -The wages are shit,

-he got more writing. -You see.

And what are you up to, Ricardo?

I'll help Maestro Chapí

to create a kind of Authors' Society, like the French have.

We must put an end...

Bréton is less interested in opening than Arregui.

No one said it was easy.

Have you got an idea?

We have to call the Ministry.

Are you treated well?

Do you like the food?

Do you want something to drink, or...?

The other day you weren't so effeminate.

You acted like a cock but really you're a capon.

It's called empathy, idiot. Or would you rather I beat you up?

Torture me if you like, but know that I've never been defeated.

I don't intend defeating you.

Whoever humiliates a prisoner is a savage,

and whoever tries to humiliate me is a fool. Understood?

Who gave you that ring?

What does it mean?

Aren't you going to answer me?

Between men of honor,

silence is better than lies.

I've got Arteche's clinical results and they're... amazing.

Amazing?

Are you Don Benito Pérez Galdós?

I am. How can I help you?

I wanted to greet you. Thanks to your Fortunata and Jacinta

I learned to read fluently.

Thank you, Miss...

Lola Mendieta, your most fervent admirer.

How did you learn from my novel? Did you not go to school?

I just learned the letters.

I've always helped my mother to sew

and a friend read me your novels and... she taught me.

I'm delighted.

See how the people need culture?

You do know about real people,

not like others, who are armchair know-alls,

who look, keep quiet

and think they know because they don't drink tavern wine.

-Lovely words. -They're not mine.

They're by Antonio Machado, my favorite poet, along with Miguel Hernández.

I know neither one.

They're very young, they haven't published yet.

Apart from reading my works, what do you do?

I still sew. I've just got a job in the Apolo.

There's a lot of demand for zarzuela.

What a coincidence.

If I may introduce myself. Tomás Bretón.

He's a great composer.

I don't know him.

Are you writing anything now?

Right now I'm working on a trilogy.

"Thanks to the regenerative capacity of the subject's cells,

his body is extremely resistant to infections, to lesions

and to cellular oxidation.

In other words, to aging".

Can anyone explain what this means?

According to what the lab says, Arteche's cells are...

Damn, how can I put it?

Immortal.

They remain alive

and multiply in a culture without the need for a human body.

It's the second documented case in history.

The cells of the Afro-American Henrietta Lacks

behave in the same way.

And is that lady immortal?

She died of cancer in 1951

but her cells are still active in a lab.

-Hence his capacity for regeneration. -Exactly.

Let's hope Arteche is an isolated case, because if not...

If not,...

the Exterminating Angel could have the perfect army.

-We must tell Alfonso. -Yes.

By the way, Irene, any news of the Fair team?

Yes, they've asked for a pile of theater programs from the time.

For what?

You won't believe it.

As I was born in Paloma Street,

I was given that name in jest.

And as I fly gaily from street to street,

people still call me Paloma today.

It's a pleasure to hear you.

Very kind of you, sir.

Do you know other songs, apart from The Barber of Lavapies?

Just zarzuela. They're my favorites.

It seems zarzuela is going to be big.

And in cleanliness, I'm a pigeon,

and jump and skip as I go.

You did very well.

At your service, ma'am.

To my name of Paloma I'm always true,

I have no claws, I have no claws, I have no claws, and failings few.

Am I in prison?

Have I done something wrong?

No, don't worry.

Do you remember the accident?

And your name, do you remember it?

Of course, I'm Marta.

Your date of birth?

March 8, 1784.

Do you remember anything else?

My sister Inés has just got engaged to Sebastián.

I'm happy for her but it makes me sad too.

After the wedding, they'll leave the village

-and I won't see her every day. -Marta...

do you know what year this is?

We've changed century. It's 1800.

And how old are you?

16.

CANCELLED

Abella!

It's Abella. Abella, look at her.

It's the great Mercè Abella!

You're Mercè Abella, aren't you?

I can't believe it. Mercè Abella!

Yes, young man, it is I. But don't make such a fuss.

I don't know the name.

How can you not know it?

She's the grande dame of Barcelona theater.

We actually coincided in the Romea Theater.

I was an apprentice carpenter.

Look, I still carry with me a program signed by you.

Welcome. It is an honor.

-I'm Tomás Bretón. -Is it you?

Your operas are every bit as good those by Wagner.

You overwhelm me, ma'am. What brings you here?

I was on vacation in Ampurias and I thought:

"Mercè, why not visit your friend Pilar,

who's opening a zarzuela in Madrid?

Did they tell you what happened?

I've just heard.

Is there no way to sort it out?

It's a complicated matter.

To be honest, I've always wanted to make my debut in Madrid.

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade,

but if it gives you the great Abella, open The Paloma Fair.

-You should speak to Arregui. -You don't know him.

He's difficult.

-I'm working on my new op... -An opera!

I'm a good friend of the owner of the Liceu, Mr. Cuixart.

You don't say.

And between us,

he's looking for operas for next season.

After the bomb, you know...

BATTLE OF QUEENS

Open "The Paloma Fair?

-In Barcelona, I imagine. -No, here in Madrid.

In the Apolo, in two days, as was planned.

Congratulations, Bretón. A very good joke.

Are you laughing in my face?

Is this the famous Madrid hospitality?

A thousand apologies, Doña Mercè.

I laugh so as not to cry. This work could ruin me.

I've never had a failure. Not even one!

The Madrid audience is not like the one in Barcelona, you know that.

The audience is audience here and in Sebastopol.

In any case, if you don't want us, we'll go to the Eslava.

I'm sure Mr. López will welcome us with open arms.

The Eslava?

Have you spoken to López?

Dammit, I'd jump off the viaduct first.

Are you wounded?

I'm not one for speeches,

and less for apologies.

So, down to business and don't make me regret it.

So are we opening?

On Saturday, just as planned.

Ladies, gentlemen,

Let's rehearse, we need it. Go and get changed.

Mr. Bretón, I've come to say goodbye.

Tomorrow I'm going to Santander and from there to America.

Are you insane?

I bought the tickets when the show was cancelled.

Do you know Broadway?

At this stage, we can't lose our female lead.

Well, I'm sure a solution will be found.

Goodbye.

If you let her leave, Arregui will cancel the show again.

Should I tie her to the piano?

I'll sort it out, don't worry.

You seem very optimistic.

-Know what I've heard? -Coming from you, nothing good.

Luisa has cleared out.

Miss Hoity-Toity says she's going to America.

Who'll replace her?

Do you doubt it, sister?

You?

-Come off it! -Why not?

I've played young ladies all my life.

Exactly, there's a time for everything.

You can't do those roles now.

You're so envious. You hate that I'm a better actress than you.

That depends, but what I'll always be is younger than you.

You bitch...

Rehearsal!

-All's well that ends well. -If you say so...

Don't you see this is your big chance? This could be the role of your life.

You said that about The Bear Hunt and no review mentioned me.

Well, except one.

Yes, comparing me with you, and I lost, as usual.

The job isn't easy, son, but it has its rewards,

if you work at it and don't fool around.

-Keep your woes to yourself. -Woes that you give me.

There'll be a war soon,

and the poor will go and die in Cuba because they've got no option.

You don't know what you have.

But you'll realize, when you lose it.

-You sent for me? -Yes.

I need you to sew a button on my pants.

We don't want any upset on opening night.

Of course.

-Aren't you taking off your pants? -Oh, yes.

-We don't want another upset. -Yes.

The girl's very witty.

...from Manila?

Where are you going in your brightly colored dress?

How do you know the song?

I've just heard it. And I can't stop repeating it.

Tell me about the Tercios.

I have the feeling we coincided there.

A good memory after so many centuries.

Here, you just have to go through a door to see the past.

I'm not telling you anything new.

The Exterminating Angel has the book of doors.

That is so. They took me to Bolívar.

And you have brought me here.

What year are we in?

The year of the Lord 2017.

I've traveled so far!

You say your first journey was to kill Bolívar.

Were you recruited from the Tercios, as I was?

No, in the 19th century.

Impossible, you're from two centuries before.

Two?

It's more like 20 centuries.

-But, how...? -I swear.

I don't travel in time.

I just live...

and time travels through me.

And how is that possible?

I was mortally wounded on the battlefield

and I said goodbye to life.

But I woke at dawn.

An old man gave me a drink.

I swallowed it, the potion was bitter as vinegar,

and I got my strength back.

-Did that happen in Flanders? -No.

It happened near Merida, many centuries before.

-In Viriato's time. -Viriato?

-The "Terror of Rome"? -The same.

I was also at the defense of Numantia,

at the battles of Guadalete and Las Navas de Tolosa,

at the taking of Granada, in Flanders...

Of course,

-and on the Invincible Armada. -That too.

And in Lepanto.

20 centuries is a long time.

Impossible. Only God is immortal.

I pray to Him every day to take me to His bosom.

You don't believe me.

You will.

-I want to go home. -You can't.

You have to wait until you're well.

-I am well. -No, you're not well, Marta.

A part of you has decided to forget certain things.

What things?

Well, for example,

that you and I knew each other before.

No.

And that you were here before.

-No. -Yes.

You worked here.

No.

What is this?

This was you.

A drawing proves nothing.

She may look like me but she's a grown woman.

And this?

Do you think you're a girl of 16?

What is this? A joke?

What happened?

Forgive me. I made a mistake.

-What was that? I don't understand. -Calm down, Marta.

Calm down, we'll solve this.

All right?

-Miss Rita! -You have a mother!

I know that.

Should I have let you do what you were going to do?

It will be... what you want.

Why did you take the gun from me, Miss Rita?

Because you have a mother, Julián.

Stop, stop!

You have to stop your beloved Julián doing something crazy out of jealousy.

-I'm doing that. -I need a more maternal attitude.

He's your godson, he could be your son.

I'm too young for the role.

-I'd be better as Susan. -Yes, 20 years ago.

You see what I have to put up with?

I'm sure the actors are more serious in Barcelona.

-There are all kinds. -Really?

Rehearse with her, I have to urinate!

Sisyphus couldn't lift this play.

Don Tomás.

Between us, I have the perfect Susana.

And who is she?

Lola, the seamstress.

She sings like the angels in Heaven.

Good evening.

I'm listening.

Because your note was very enigmatic.

What's this about?

You really can't imagine... sweetie?

I'm an actress, not a fortune teller.

As soon as I saw you, I thought:

"If only I was a mayor to put up a monument to you".

And as you were giving me the eye...

Giving you the eye?

I must have got an eyelash in my eye.

All I'm saying is that by taking a ship to America

you'll lose a train with a locomotive.

What a bighead!

-You've got the wrong girl! -I'm sorry, Luisa, really.

It's just I've seen so much zarzuela

I've picked up the accent a bit. Don't leave.

Madrid is small for me now, like your brain is for you.

But reconsider...

Campos won't give up her dreams for any man on Earth.

Think of the people who are out of work, without a crust to eat.

Don't exaggerate.

Don't leave, please.

Good evening to you.

I'm such a dickhead.

The carpenter's late.

Trust him, he's a good boy.

And we have Mr. Arregui in a good mood.

Look at all the flowers.

Lola.

Pick the bunch that you like most.

It's admirable that someone with your talent

behaves so simply and generously.

You don't seem like an actress.

May I?

Luisa is leaving.

What? This is the end.

If Arregui finds out, there'll be no Fair.

What can we do?

What are you staring at?

You're Susana!

Me?

How can I do the lead, I don't even know the play.

And as well I have to sing.

My character sings a bit too.

-But she has to be in tune. -Lola,

being a spy is playing a role too, like that Mata Hari.

Right!

Fighting Nazis to defend freedom is one thing,

looking stupid in front of 1,000 people is another.

-It's just a try-out, that's all. -It's so easy, isn't it?

-You don't have to do it. -I'll rehearse with you.

I know it by heart. My neighbor always plays it.

-Didn't you hate the zarzuela? -And I still do.

But our mission is that it opens,

and it will open, or I'm not Jesús Méndez.

Are you wounded?

Help me, I beg you.

I want to see my wife again.

It doesn't matter how dark the night is.

The dawn always arrives...

to my regret.

Where are you going with your shawl from Manila?

Where are you going with your brightly colored dress?

To show...

To show off my style...

Let's try again. Three and...

To show off my style and to visit the fair

and afterwards to go to bed.

And why didn't you come with me...

...when I'd begged you so much to do so?

Because I'll have to find a cure at the pharmacy

for all the suffering you've caused me.

And who is that handsome lad

with whom you're stepping out lately?

A person who has a sense of honor,

of decency and all a man should have.

And what if I didn't like

that you walk arm in arm with him?

I'd go with him to the fair

and to the bullfights in Carabanchel.

-Oh, yes? -Yes.

-We'll see about that! -What are you doing?

Bravissima! You're hired! And I want the carpenter in the male chorus.

What? Maestro, is that necessary?

Of course.

Let's try it again. Positions.

Where are you going with your shawl from Manila?

Where are you going with your brightly colored dress?

Our talks are starting to bore me.

For me, it's the opposite.

You can't get out of here.

That isn't what I want.

I just want you to believe me.

What have you done, you fool?

I'm sorry. We couldn't stop him, and there were three of us.

What I don't understand is why he shot himself

instead of killing someone.

He told me he was immortal.

And that he wanted to prove it.

No one is immortal.

At times, time travel can turn you crazy.

He told me he'd fought in Viriato's time.

and that for 20 centuries all he did was fight.

Wait a minute.

Of course, Arteche.

Why didn't I think of it before?

What is it?

Here it is.

"A Spanish soldier of 20 centuries".

It's a pioneer novel of the fantasy genre in Spain and the whole world.

It was written in 1875

by a soldier and historian from Madrid:

José Gómez de Arteche.

Yeah...

He probably read it and ended up believing he was him.

-Poor man... -Poor man?

Arteche was a great soldier.

If you doubt it, look on that gadget for "The Lances", by Velázquez.

Look, look.

Here it is. What do we have to see?

The soldier, the one next to the horse.

It's Arteche.

It's Arteche, yes.

A soldier who gave his blood for God and for Spain.

Don't call him "poor man". Have some respect.

And even more now he's dead.

Because it's the Paloma Fair,

a silk shawl from China-na-na...

They've given the role of Susana to that little hypocrite.

...I'll give to you.

She isn't even an actress.

At least the show isn't cancelled.

A silk shawl from China.

Listen to me, I've lost the part, but you're losing your boyfriend.

That's impossible.

I saw her go into his dressing room yesterday

and today they had a real lovers' fight.

I'll kill her, eh? And then my idiot of a boyfriend!

A brunette and a blonde,

daughters of our Madrid.

They beguile me with such charm

that I just can't resist them.

Girls, look a bit more jovial.

This isn't a funeral.

Let's continue.

I fall into their arms, already fast asleep,

and when I finally wake up

I feel an inexplicable pleasure

and a delicious well-being.

The two of them...

The two of them...

do all they can to see me happy,

waiting for the moment

when I decide...

which of the two I prefer.

This is a sacrifce, and not that of the Thermopylae.

Who is it?

It's me.

This is like the Botanical Garden.

A flower for another flower.

Come back for another, if you dare.

And take this, moron!

We're finished forever, scoundrel.

And you've got what you wanted, slut!

Irene!

Irene!

You have to eat.

-I'm not hungry. -It doesn't look very good.

They could make you something else.

Don't torture yourself, Marta. There's no hurry.

What are you sacred of?

I've got a memory.

Tell me.

My mother gave me a hand mirror.

-For your birthday? -Later.

I remember seeing my face crying in that mirror.

Was your father there?

He went away.

Do you know where he went?

I remember he didn't come back.

No, no, really, this is getting totally out of control.

It's not that bad.

No? Where do I begin?

The Gilda sisters are this close to leaving.

That's just a lot of talk.

Young Mesejo is hotter than the ashtray in a bingo hall.

You have to explain that,

in my day it was a children's game.

And don't worry, I'll fix him.

And the father's up to something too.

-What about Luisa? -I don't know,

but if Arregui hears she's leaving, we're screwed.

I'll talk to her.

You won't be able to convince her.

We'll see.

What are you doing here?

I have to talk to you.

Lately everyone wants to tell me something.

-Wait a moment, please. -You can't leave.

Not that again.

Mr. Arregui said if there was another setback, it was the end.

-It's not my problem. -Luisa,

your future is here, not overseas.

You're wrong.

As a child, I got letters from my uncle in America.

He told me what the theaters were like.

I always knew I'd be a star there.

It's my time.

When I was young, I was like you, full of dreams of greatness.

Is that so bad?

A long time ago, I performed for the great Napoleon.

You did start young.

Child, I'm talking about Napoleon III.

The critics applauded me, I was acclaimed.

You think I said: "I'm going to the Comédie Française

because Barcelona is too small"?

-I don't know. -Of course not,

because one swallow doesn't make a summer

and learning the trade is more important than fame.

What did you do after?

I carried on, improving and learning day by day.

And that's how I got the top.

Don't be in a hurry.

Is that Alfonso XII?

God rest him.

He traveled in secret to Barcelona just to see me.

Heavens.

Are we starting or not?

Let's wait a minute until Doña Mercè arrives.

Listen, I wanted to say that...

this is all a misunderstanding Your fiancé was just comforting me.

Is that what it's called now?

The carpenter is my boyfriend, he's all I want.

Well, then hold on to him, he's cute.

Yes, he is.

I've brought a guest to the rehearsal.

Where's Doña Mercè?

She's in her dressing room.

Have a seat, please.

What's that girl doing on the stage?

-Where's Luisa? -Exactly.

Let's talk clearly here.

I'm heating the seat for her so that...

-her voice doesn't get cold. -What?

Exactly, stars... demands...

That is ridiculous.

What's ridiculous is the traffic here.

Right, let's rehearse.

Ole, ole, I applaud you.

Yes, indeed, sir, because I liked it.

And no one can tell me that's not so.

God bless the mother who bore you.

And so say I, and that's that.

Yes, indeed, sir, yes, indeed, sir.

Yes, indeed, yes, indeed, Yes, indeed, sir.

She has such art.

I'm sorry about Arteche.

Yes, well.

Let's hope you have more luck with Marta.

-Thank you. -Any idea about what happened?

Something happened to Marta when she was 16, something big.

It had to do with her father.

Maybe that's why she remembers nothing after that.

For that and for the beating he gave her in front of us.

There's something else.

He disappeared for some reason.

And they met again when she joined the Children of Padilla.

-Maybe she did it to get him back. -Maybe.

What do you suggest?

I still don't know.

I need to talk more to her now she trusts me.

No. We don't have time.

Bring Marta here.

What are you going to do?

Something of which I'll never be proud.

I've got your money.

It's not enough.

It's what we agreed.

You forgot the interest.

-I haven't got any more. -You'll think of something.

Something?

There's more money here than in the Bank of Spain.

If you don't pay tonight,

your dear son will suffer the consequences.

Excuse me.

Shit, the place is packed.

You'll end up liking zarzuela.

If they like it, that's fine.

-Shall we? -Come on.

We start in five minutes. Lots of shit.

Thank you.

They're a real pain with all this shit business.

I just wanted to wish you all the shit in the world tonight.

That's a lot of shit.

There's the imposter. Look at the phony.

What's the meaning of this?

The meaning is that this... lady isn't who she says she is

because the real Mercè Abella is there.

How can you say that?

I had a bad feeling about this one from the start.

So modest and so servile.

She was more like a secretary than an actress.

I just had to send a telegram to find out the truth.

-Two minutes. -We have to open, somehow or other.

Come on, Angustias, react. Come on.

-Say something. -Yes, go on.

It's true.

I'm not the geat Mercè Abella, here present.

But with my effort, and that of everyone,

we've achieved something important.

The Paloma Fair will open.

I'm sure this will not be just another work.

It will be an important one. That's what the zarzuela is,

giving joy and hope to those who need it most.

Now there are only two options. We go ahead

or we disappoint these people who've come to forget their problems,

even if just for a few hours.

I came in here in love with a great actress.

I leave in love with a great woman.

Everyone on stage!

-Come on. -I can't do it. My mind will go blank.

With what we've suffered, you're going out there, or I'll kill you.

For Elsa, for Waldo and for Saint Lina Morgan.

If you touch me, I swear I'll get medieval with your entrails.

Are you sure about this?

No, but we have to try it.

Go ahead.

Marta, in that square you're going to see some people,

like looking through a window.

All right?

Sit down, father, rest.

So this was your doing?

You taught me to defend the innocent.

I thought I'd never see you again.

And it would have been better.

-Traitor! -No.

You sold out your people!

No, please.

No, no.

Marta, this isn't happening.

Calm down, it's just an image.

-It's all right. -No!

Yes?

Yes, this is Salvador Martí.

But... why all the mystery?

Are you sure?

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

It was the Forensics Department.

Arteche...

He's come back to life.

What?

And what are your names?

-You. -Casta Ruiz.

Susana.

Casta, Susana.

It's a lie!

And what are you to these two young girls?

Say something, ma'am.

Mother and aunt, rolled in one.

"What a business".

What a business.

What a business.

As my husband was first married to a sister of mine

and had these two girls,

What a business, what a business.

...daughters of our Madrid.

They beguile me with such charm

I can't resist them.

Where are you going with your shawl from Manila?

Where are you going with your brightly colored dress?

-What are you doing? -Julián!

You've got a mother!

Excuse me, Miss Rita.

That guy,

who wanted to take away what I most love in this world.

-Ladies and gentlemen! -What?

Please be so kind

as not to cause another scandal at the Paloma Fair.

Because it's the Paloma Fair,

a silk shawl from China-na, China-na, China-na

A silk shawl from China-na I'm going to give to you.

-What's that for? What do you mean?

The money from the box office that you've got.

I'm sorry, I have to do it.

Don't you realize that's the wages of lots of families?

You think I don't know?

I just want to save my son's life.

What trouble is he in?

He's a good boy, you know? But... he's weak.

He likes gambling.

And he owes a lot of money to some rogues.

If I don't pay now, he'll have to enlist,

and it's a bad time to be sent to Cuba.

But Arregui will realize.

God...

Look.

When the authorities ask, say you saw three actors running away

after the show.

What do you mean?

Do as I say.

-It was true. -I never lie.

We found your trail in this book.

They published it.

And from the surname, he's a relative of mine.

You are "The Spanish Soldier of 20 Centuries".

You were a legionnaire in Rome

and served in all the Spanish armies up to the Austrias.

Now you know all about me.

A pity the book doesn't mention your adventures with the Exterminating Angel

or the power of your blood.

A power that the Exterminating Angel wanted to have.

They tried to apply it to other men to build the perfect army.

They couldn't.

It only works in my body.

What are you thinking?

At the battle of Jemmingen. Remember?

We lost barely 100 men and destroyed the Dutch.

I had fallen and you helped me get up.

It's a distant memory.

Of course, in a life of 20 centuries,

the 80 Years' War must pass in a flash.

Have you had a wife?

Yes.

And I've wept for all of them.

And some twenty children who died of old age... in my arms.

And my grandchildren too.

They're dead.

That's my condemnation...

Surviving.

I lost my family too.

But that can't be compared to your misfortune.

Also, by the whims of fate,

I've recovered my love from the past in this century.

Treasure it.

I've spoken to my superiors.

I can offer you the door to take you to the wizard.

If he gave you that gift, he can take it away too.

The Exterminating Angel's agents promised me that, if I killed Bolivar.

I joined them because that was my only chance to put an end to everything.

Now you have a second chance.

I'd want nothing more in this world.

This is the door.

I'll take you to the chief leader of the Exterminating Angel.

Do you know him personally?

Yes.

Ernesto, speak to Velázquez.

He's to do an identikit of what Arteche tells him.

Do you trust him?

Well, a man who shoots a bullet in his heart to show he isn't lying

can always be trusted.

"Despite the theft committed,

apparently, by three upstarts pretending to be actors,

The Paloma Fair was a complete success

that will be long remembered."

I didn't know of your acting skills.

You wouldn't believe how they laughed at Angustias.

"On the other hand, the real Mercè Abella

will replace the unfortunate Pilar Vidal until she recovers."

Do you like zarzuela more now?

Well, I can see something in it.

Do you want anything, boss?

Yes, that you finally go on vacation.

You've earned it.

How's Marta?

-Well, progressing adequately. -And Alonso?

It seems Arteche and he have become friends.

Good luck.

Even though you are looking to die.

What I don't want is to live forever.

You've won 1,000 battles.

If you manage to die in Viriato's day, you won't fight in any.

-Who will win those battles? -Don't worry about that.

Spain has always had more than enough good soldiers.

A pity they didn't have better leaders.

How will I know if you've managed to die?

You showed me that painting of when I fought at Breda with Spínola.

The Lances.

I suppose that if I manage it, someone else will take my place.

Really?

You can't imagine.

We have the identikit.

You won't believe it.

No, we still haven't got the results of Arteche's blood tests.

Has he said anything about the Exterminating Angel?

It was impossible. That man is implacable.

We sent him to Loarre, he'll be held in isolation in a security cell.

And Marta Cascajosa?

There's no news.

She may never recover her memory.

I'm very disappointed in you, Salvador.

Time...

is running out for you.

And for you too, you son of a bitch.

Rest in peace, my friend.

As you know, this Council has the historic mission

of giving the King a list of names

so he can designate the new president of Spain.

I have a message for Salvador Martí.

An urgent call from 1976.

What is it?

Adolf Suárez isn't among the nine choices for president.

We have to get Suárez back on that list.

Son of a bitch!

-What do you want from me? -Information.

I want to know every step the Ministry takes.

I'm your daughter.

My name is Lucía.

I regret every day that I let you escape.

I put the Ministry in danger for you.

I'll help you put an end to the Children of Padilla.

I want you to investigate...

who my father is.

That Curro Jiménez reminds me of Julián.

Doesn't he?

Goal!

He must have strong support to get so far with a false identity.

I don't think it's a good idea to meet again, Lucía.

If you want to undo all the trouble caused by the other Lola,

-you've got a lot of work. -I'm getting the idea.

This is your most important mission ever.

-Long live the old laws! -Hurrah!

How did you sneak into the Ministry?

I'm worried about Alonso. Very worried.

Soon it will be the final battle.

We are facing a mission in which we all risking our lives.