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You don't remember
the accident at all?

I've always wanted to see

the first performance
of "Paloma Fair".

Sir.

-What is it?
-"Paloma Fair" isn't opening.

I don't time travel, Alonso.

Time travels through me.

This was you.

She may look like me,
but she's an old lady.

You're the only person
in the Ministry

to be recruited twice.

Why did he do it?

It pained him so much
that he couldn't save Lola

at age 45 from cancer,

so he decided to save Lola at 23.

I'm your daughter.

My name is Lucía.

Relax, Salva.

You'll come in as my advisor,

but one day you'll sit
in that chair, I'm sure.

The Exterminating Angel?

They were trying to put an end
to all Enlightenment advances

and restore the Inquisition,
using whatever method.

The Exterminating Angel
may have the perfect army.

If you touch me,
I'll go medieval on your guts.

Traitor!
You sold out your people!

Outrageous.

Outrageous!

You believe he sold a copy
of the book of doors

to the Sons of Padilla.

I want you to join us.

Spain deserves a better history,

and we'll give it to her
with our ideas.

Let me tell you that
one of your revolutionaries

sold a copy of the book
to the Exterminating Angel.

I'll lead you to the head
of the Exterminating Angel.

Your time is running out.

So is yours, you son of a bitch.

I was expecting you.

What is this?

I see you got our message.

-Was the address hard to find?
-Where's Elena?

Your girlfriend?

She gave us kind of a headache,

so I locked her up.

In that room are enough explosives

to blow Elena to smithereens.

I just need to push a button
and the order will be carried out.

Son of a bitch!

What do you want from me?

Information.

I want to know every move
the Ministry makes.

In your dreams.

Are you sure?

I'll count to three.

One...

two...

-and...
-The Ministry knows who you are.

Arteche disclosed it.

Very good, Alonso.

Though we already knew that.

I know everything that happens
in Salvador's office.

As proof of goodwill, I'll take it,

but it won't be enough.

The decisive battle is looming

and I need people like you
by my side.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 33
SETBACK

Most Reverend,

Excellencies,

Your Honors,

as you know, this council
has the historic mission

of proposing to the King
a list of names

so His Majesty can designate
the new president of Spain.

With all your proposals

I've made a list of 32 candidates.

Gentlemen, for the good of Spain,

do not give in to any pressure

other than your own conscience.

After putting down the three names,
you may vote.

Thank you.

I still have to assimilate
what's going on.

It must be hard to remember
the bad things you did, right?

I'm sorry, Marta,

but I trusted you
and you deceived me.

-Will you never forgive me?
-No.

Never.

And every day I regret
letting you get away.

I put the Ministry
is jeopardy for you.

I'll collaborate to end
the Sons of Padilla.

Whom do I believe,

the Marta from before
or the one now?

Gentlemen, to the recount.

Here I am.

I thought you wouldn't come.

I thought it a lot about it.

Look, Lucía, came to say goodbye.

This is the last time
we'll see each other.

You're not so sure, Lola.

-Look.
-What's that?

The family book,

my birth certificate...

and a photo with my mother.

Why are you showing me this?

Because I want you to find out...

who my father is.

It can't be.

I have a message for Salvador Martí.

Urgent.

Now we know who our enemy is.

-Shouldn't we warn the Government?
-No, it's too soon.

To reach so high,
he must have good contacts.

We have to gather
conclusive evidence.

-I know from experience
-I want to know all about him.

He's certainly from this era.

It's impossible to reach
to high these days

with a fake past identity.

I'm not so sure.

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

I don't understand.

"Four horses coming from Bonanza".

Excuse me?

-Chiquio.
-Chiquito?

I think I caught him out.

Urgent call from 1976.

What's happening?

Suárez isn't among the nine options
for choice as president.

Suárez won't be president?
And what about the democracy?

It wouldn't exist.

I has its virtues and flaws,
but it wouldn't exist.

We have to get Suárez
back on the list of candidates.

Three names will appear there,
one of them his.

So first we save
his "great-great-granddad",

now we have to save him.
Who's threatening him?

People who don't want things
to change when they did.

This is what would be lost
if Suárez isn't made president.

-Please, Ernesto.
-Yes.

In the first year of
President Suárez's mandate,

Spaniards recovered
the right to assemble,

protest, propaganda and association.

A broad amnesty was give
to political prisoners.

The Communist Party was legalized

and general elections
were announced.

Isn't that enough for you?

No. It's a shame they didn't
take place many years before.

Yes, I share your opinion.

Listen closely, this is a mission

in which a lot is at stake.

For democracy
and every single one of us.

You give orders and I obey them,

but don't tell me that without
democracy I won't be myself.

I had some glorious years without
need to put paper into a box.

So you say,
and I don't mean to be harsh,

-but you're a big ignorant...
-Are you calling me ignorant?

-Are you?!
-Please, gentlemen!

When I said "every single
one of us", I meant

that none of us will be
here tomorrow

if Suárez isn't president.

I'm not being grandiose,
it's pure selfishness.

Otherwise, think about
where you'd be

if you hadn't been recruited.

I'd be in prison in 1981
for killing a woman...

that I couldn't have saved.

I would've been hanged in 1569.

Are you Alonso de Entrerríos?

I'm come to get you out of here,
if you accept my offer.

And if you'd died,

you couldn't have saved me
from the Inquisition.

I love the future!

I wouldn't have had
better luck either.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

What's going on?
Who are you?

We're like dominoes

falling one after the other.

Unless we're successful
on this mission,

we won't get up again.
Understood?

Is something wrong?

Can I speak to you for a moment?

Is everything alright?

Yes. Yes, everything's fine.

Sorry about my reaction
in Salvador's office.

-I'm sorry.
-No, it's just...

I insulted you, but when you go
all archaic, it drives me nuts.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-It's fine.

-Any problem with... Elena?
-No. No, no.

-It's all perfect.
-I'm glad.

And you with Marta, is it alright?

I'd rather not talk about it,

but you know what?
Sometimes I think that...

it wasn't just her fault,
it was mine too,

-I was a sucker.
-Well,...

-we all are at times.
-I guess so.

Lola's been a long time.

Something's screwed up.

-What door do we have to go to?
-To... 785.

I'll see you there.
I have to call Elena.

Good.
Give her my regards, lovebird.

It's strange he didn't ask me
what "lovebird" meant.

Van Eyck,...

CONFIDENTIAL

...Vincent Van Gogh,

Michelangelo ,

Raphael,

-Pablo Picasso...
-Damn, that's amazing.

-Lucía offered you all this?
-Yes.

-I suppose not for free.
-No.

In exchange, she wants me...

to find out who her father is
before she dies.

She's been diagnosed
with a degenerative disease...

and has no wish to suffer
right up to the end.

What if she's lying?

No.

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

ALS.

One of the most terrible
diseases there is.

The finest sub-secretary
in this ministry had it.

Think it over, Lola.

Whatever you decide,
it'll be alright.

I have thought it over
and yes, I'll do it.

I'm sorry I have to fix
what the other Lola ruined.

Alright.

Irene, you go with Alonso
and Pacino to 1976.

Yes, sir.

Thank you both.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

So the Ministry found out

about our plans with Suárez.

Thank you for the information.

-We'll be in touch.
-Yes,

but remember the price.

Don't worry. I pay well

when it serves me well.

I hope so,

but I'm a good debt collector.

-How goes it?
-All fine. Where's Lola?

Something came up.

-Do we know what to do?
-To stop the vote?

What they did in schools in the 80s

when there was an exam.

When you've written the three names,
you may deposit your vote.

Gentlemen, to the recount.

Come in.

Gentlemen, excuse the interruption.

We've just received a bomb threat.

-By phone?
-Yes.

For your safety, I ask you
to leave everything as it is

and go outside

until the Police search the building.

When will this scourge
of terrorism end?

Alonso, keep a lookout.
Pacino and I will do the rest.

Why won't these people
vote for Suárez, damn it?

Bribery, extortion, blackmail...
Just imagine.

The usual crap.

You're good at forging signatures.

I used to sign my own notes
at school

-when I played hooky.
-That's good to know.

You played hockey as well?

-Yeah, sure. Keep a lookout.
-Damn, Alonso.

Go on.

Everything alright?

I have to help.

I have to find something.

I've got it!

I'll give this information to Irene.

-She's on a mission. Find Ernesto.
-Okay.

I don't know whether
to believe her or not.

Neither do I.

But we all deserve a chance
to change our past, don't we?

Or our future.

How do you know?

The walls are thin
and I'm a busybody.

Look, Lola,

if you want to undo all of
the mess the other Lola left,

you've got a lot of work.

I'm getting that idea.

But for wanting to do it,
I respect you.

If you need anything, just ask.

Yes, sir,
first mission accomplished.

-Suárez is among the candidates.
-I'm so glad.

Thank you, sir.

Turn it down, I can't hear a thing.

Be on constant alert.

-The enemy won't stop there.
-Don't worry, sir.

We're not moving from here
until Suárez is president. Don't worry.

Hey, "Curro Jiménez".
I love this series.

Yeah, me too.

Alonso.

-Are you alright?
-Yes.

It's just that...

this Curro Jiménez
reminds me a lot of Julián.

Doesn't he!

Just as well.
I thought I was the only one

who though Julián looked like...

What's his name? Sancho Gracia.

I'm getting some rest.

I'm worried about Alonso.

Very.

Right,

what do we know
about Bosco de Sobrecasa?

According to his résumé
as a civil servant,

he finished his Diplomacy degree
15 years after you.

He also studied Theology.

Yes, that fits him.

-I studied Theology too.
-But those were other times...

You know what I mean.

Sure. Well, we've been
looking into it.

Angustias, please.

We searched the files
on secret societies.

I saw things on the Illuminati,

the New Order, the Wimbledon Club...

-Bilderberg.
-That's it.

And look what I found.

A whole chapter
on the Exterminating Angel.

An 18th century engraving...

a photo from the 19th century.

Yes, the century of his birth,

specifically in 1850.

His real name is
Enrique de Sobrecasa.

I knew it. I knew it.

But how did he fake
his identity in today's world?

-Because the surname...
-Yes, it's the same.

He didn't want to give it up.

He took the identity
of a great-grandson

who died in strange circumstances
in 1958

in an accident in Venezuela,
where he had businesses.

He must have strong support
to reach so high with a false ID.

We should be careful.

And get proof.

Good. Well done, Angustias.

-You're the new Miss Marple.
-Well..

-I'm more like Jessica Fletcher.
-Right...

As long as you don't turn into
Angela Channing.

This afternoon
they'll invite Suárez here

to play a few holes.

You'll take care of the rest.

What are you talking about?

What you know best: killing.

You can still get him off
the final list.

We're not waiting for
the Ministry to ruin it again.

Desperate ills require
desperate remedies.

I don't know if I'll be able
to elude my comrades.

Yes, you will.

For Elena.

It's time to find out
what side you're on.

We both know what side I'm on.

If you didn't have her captive,

-I'd break your neck right now.
-I know.

I don't understand.

You're a soldier of the Tercios,
a hero of glorious Castile.

Why do you want to
get rid of this Suárez?

We thought he was one of ours,
but he lost his way.

-Others consider him a hero.
-He's not, he's a traitor.

Spain had become itself again,

and after 40 years
of glory and dignity,

this man's going to change it all.

In time we'll put him in his place
and away from power,

-but it'll be too late.
-Why?

Because he'll become a myth.

And nothing's more dangerous
than myths, Alonso.

So all the papers
Lucía gave you were false.

That's right. It seems the other Lola
was hiding something.

Or protecting her daughter.

Whatever it is, we have to
find out what's behind all this.

-I need your help.
-What can I do for you?

I need to know the exact day
Lola was in the Ministry

before she deserted.

What for?
Two coffees, please.

To talk to her.

I thought it better to travel
to a past Ministry

-than find her on a mission.
-Right.

You know you'll run into us.

Yes, but you won't recognize me.

I swear I will not change history.

I want you to still be rescuing me
from the Nazis in 1943.

Lola.

You're talking to a man

who's never broken the rules
or the chain of command.

Thank you.

But for once... I'll do it.

I think there's a date
when you'll only find me.

I'll write to myself in the past
to give you a hand.

-Salvador and Irene won't be there?
-No.

They were on a major mission
in South Africa.

Salvador on a mission?
In South Africa?

Yes.

It was in... 2010.

-He's alone.
-Yes, yes,

-but they're getting in the game.
-Sure, but...

Be patient, we're not
taking it all in the first.

This is going to kill me.

If we don't win,
a little trip will sort it out.

No. If we interfere,
the game will lose it magic.

Magic? Maybe to you,

but I'm going to have
a heart attack.

That Robben is giving us a hiding.

-You know I'm not a big football fan.
-Get outta here.

I think we win in the end.

Who are you?

Can we go somewhere quiet?

Fuck!

Come in, please.

You say you're Lola Mendieta.

Impossible.

If you read this,
you'll see that it's not.

Yes, the handwriting is mine.

Your 2017 self told me
to only trust you.

It seems I haven't changed
with the years.

Salvador authorized this?

Would you do anything
without Salvador's permission?

Miss, you're talking to a man

that's never broken the rules
or the chain of command.

Nor would the Ernesto I know.

Where were you?

-I needed some air.
-Let's go, we'll be late.

We have to supervise
the election from the list.

Let's go.

I'm so sorry, but I can't see you
for long, I have to go...

It can't be.

By your face I imagine
Ernesto hasn't told you

why I'm here.

How did you sneak into the Ministry?

I didn't sneak in.

It's my home.
I'm an agent in the 2017 Ministry.

That's not possible, Lola.

No, the same person
can't be recruited twice.

That seems more important to you
than facing yourself.

-You're disappointing.
-Let's talk seriously.

Salvador never does anything
for no reason,

so I imagine he sent you here

because he knows...

That you're going to
betray the Ministry?

Relax, I'm not here for Salvador.
He doesn't even know.

I came on behalf of Lucía.

Lucía?

She's sick.
And she wants...

...well, she needs to know
who her father is

before it's all over.

Do you really think
I'll believe that?

It makes no sense.

Why would Lucía send you
to me from 2017...?

Unless...

I'm dead.

-Go.
-Please.

Go away.

Here's my phone number,
in case you change your mind.

Let's go!

Go, go...

Goal!

Iniesta, God bless you!

All the work I've done
has been for nothing?

Unfortunately, they were all
false alarms.

-If I looked over them again...
-We've done it.

They weren't hiding anything.

I'll keep looking.

I also wanted to tell you
something about that.

Frankly, I'm worried.

-Why?
-You.

And your constant state of anxiety.

I need you to trust me.

I'm alive thanks to you.

That's not easily forgotten.

Isn't that enough reason for trust?

But things can't go on like this.

Not for your own good
or that of the Ministry.

Your obsession could lead us...

to a false clue,

and that would harm us.

Harm us a great deal.

-Salvador, we have to talk.
-What is it?

I don't know if
I'll ever learn to play this.

Don't even think about it.

I have to do it.

Don't make me fire, Alonso.

It's for Elena.

We can help you.

No, you can't.

Pacino, I beg you, please.

You'd do the same thing.

I swear, I'll kill everyone
in the Exterminating Angel.

Everyone.

Call the Ministry,
the scene has to be cleaned up.

You come with me, and you too.

-You can't force us...
-Of course we can.

It's a matter

of maximum security.

What is this?

Am I being kidnapped?

-Are you in charge of all this?
-Yes, sir.

I can promise you,

I'll not accept
any kind of blackmail.

I'd rather die with dignity
than live humiliated.

I know, Mr. Suárez.

You can relax.

This is no secret.

-What is it then?
-We're saving your life.

It's the least we can do for someone

who'll be president of this country.

Me, president?

The rumours are true.

Then the man who came for me...

I'd like to discuss that
with my agents.

Do you mind waiting outside?

2017, is this a joke?

I'll explain later.

Come with me, please.

This way.

Angustias, please.

Thank you for completing your task

in such a difficult situation.

How is Pacino?

I feel like shit.

Alonso's body is already here.
I don't what plans you have.

Bury him with all honours,
as he wanted.

-He betrayed us.
-And he died for it.

Before he died he told me
he was doing it for Elena.

The Exterminating Angel
must have her.

That's why he did what he did.

Fine, look into it.

We'll wait to bury him.

Yes, sir.

What a disappointment.

You didn't lift a finger
to find him.

I did all I could.

Look, Lucía,

all the papers you gave me were fake.

-Fake?
-Yes.

The birth certificate,
the family book, everything.

That's why I went to speak to...
your mother in the past.

But she didn't want
to tell me the truth.

To me either.

I asked her so many times
and she refused to answer.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't know.

I thought you'd break down
or burst into tears.

I can't.

I have no tears left.

Every door goes to a different time.

That's right, always to the past
with respect to now, 2017.

-Shall we go through one?
-No, we'd better not.

-And you can't go...?
-To the future?

No, you can't.
And if you could, you shouldn't.

We're here to preserve history,

not to redesign it to what suits us.

It won't be easy to change
all that needs to be changed.

No, it won't, I assure you.

I've always dreamt of this moment,
becoming president,

but I'm terrified by the idea
of giving my first speech.

-Do you want some help?
-Of course.

I thought about quoting a poet.

Perhaps one that's dead or in exile?

It'll make it clear that
you'll be governing all Spaniards.

Those that won and those that lost.

Good idea. It's about time
to heal old wounds.

Sometimes healing old wounds
opens up new ones.

Step by step, Salvador.

I'll take it step by step.

What are you doing?

Documenting vanished art works

and to whom they belonged
when they disappeared.

I'm sure they were the property
of kings, marquises and priests.

Did you find
what you were looking for?

No. I'm starting to despair.

The Sons of Padilla communicate
through newspaper ads.

Through words, obituaries,
in papers from all ages.

So the same ad appears
for example, in 1850,

1930 and 2017.

Exactly.

They call for meetings, attacks,

all kinds of actions.

But what I find is not
what I think it is.

Maybe...

What?

Nothing.

I don't to meddle
where I'm not wanted.

Please, any help is welcome.

Maybe you're working backwards.

You can call a meeting,
lead them there you like.

Impossible.

They know I'm a prisoner here,
in 2017.

To them I'm a traitor.

You and Ernesto arrested me.

We're in the Ministry of Time.

We have the doors.
We can go where we like.

Yes, it's not a bad idea.

I don't get it. Why are we meeting
here instead of your office?

I'm sick of being in there.

Besides, I love informal gatherings.

Ernesto, this place
is clean, isn't it?

Yes, not one mike.
They're only in your office.

No, please. This is closed.

Private party. Sorry.

And clear the galleries.

Thank you.

Getting back to it,

this involves sending
a message from the past

to all the Sons of Padilla.

What do we say to them?

It has to be something major for them.

-Pere Folch?
-Amelia's uncle.

Yes, a tasty morsel,

if here were alive, of course.

They all think he's alive
in Loarre Castle.

And it has to be sent from the past.

Yes, and three ads

in three papers in different eras.

None from this year.

And they say that people
don't read the press.

Very well.

I'll publish the ad.

-I'll need your help to draft it.
-Of course.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I think...

we're going to kill
two birds with one stone.

Who is it?

Lola Mendieta.

-Does my name ring a bell?
-All my life.

You still want to talk to me?

-Where shall we meet?
-Well...

in my time. I don't want to be
in a year when I don't exist.

I'm not here to talk
about the Ministry.

Neither am I,
I just wanted to advise you.

Remember that right now
I'm the eldest.

Advise me on what?
How to traffic in art

from century to century?

Dad gave us
excellent artistic training.

-It had to be good for something.
-Don't mention my father.

Don't mention your father?

Look, you'll desert the Ministry

and traffic in art.

-Lolita, like it or not, you're me.
-That's enough.

I came so you'd tell me
who Lucía's father is.

Just tell me and I'll go.

Very well.

1951.

I was almost as young
as you are now.

I wasn't working
in the Ministry yet.

I was told that Enrique Antúnez,
a Republican,

had escaped from the La Corchuela
concentration camp.

The same year that Dad died.

I had no idea of the hatred
and desire for revenge

of a man who'd lost
his whole family in a betrayal

and put vengeance
over saving his own life.

And I...

got there late.

What have you done?

Heal wounds.

We have to go.

That baby was Lucía.

Anywhere was better than
leaving her alone in that house.

So Lucía's not your daughter.

But I raised her precisely
as if she were.

In hiding, of course.

Just imagine, single mothers
are looked down on today,

so in our time, you know.

After that I started working
in the Ministry.

So I decided to leave her

with some good friends

that I knew would devote
the time to her I couldn't.

Are you going to tell her?

She needs to know.

Yes.

And you?

Relieved, huh?

To know she's not my daughter
nor will she be yours.

True?

Yes.

PRAYERS, 20, FOR THE TRUTH-TELLER
END THE 10 O'CLOCK EXECUTION

RECITED IN 17 TEMPLES
EVER A NEW DAY

Are you sure, Ernesto?

Yes,

It was published
in various newspapers.

1820, 1880,

1920, 1967.

Are you sure they're
the Sons of Padilla?

Yes, they're new communards.

For such radicals
they seem very religious.

Maybe the use it as a cover.

Look at the first letter
of each line, vertically.

Yes, here it is. Pere.

They want to save Pere Folch.
But isn't he dead?

Yes, but they don't know that.

20 prayers, 17 temples...

2017.

New day, today.

At 10:00.

They want to attack
the Ministry today.

That's what Marta Cascajosa thinks.

She discovered it.

Shit!

Just on the day that we have
President Suárez hidden away here.

I can order them to take him
to the book room.

We can lock it hermetically.

Good idea. By the way,

has Pacino found out anything
about Alonso's partner?

No, he can't find Elena anywhere.

I swear I'll make Bosco pay

for Alonso's death.

You won't be able to, fool.

Quickly,
call all the available angels.

All of them!

Time for the final battle

against the Ministry
and the Sons of Padilla.

I'm so happy to see you, comrades.

It's time to get back the man
who led us to freedom.

Pere Folch.

Let no one stop you.

An eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth.

We will take the Ministry.

We will free our country from
the reactionary yoke that enslaves it.

It's time to change our history:
what it was

and what it is.

Yes!

-Go get 'em!
-Go get 'em!

They'll fall into the trap.

Thanks for telling me
so I could see this spectacle.

I knew you'd be thrilled.

Who are they?

Let's cut out the deception.

We all know who is who.

You really think I'd miss the chance

for the Exterminating Angel
to take the Ministry

and let Suárez
initiate the transition?

If you did, you're more foolish
than in thought.

You'll go for Suárez.

He's held somewhere in basement one.

The rest, come with me.

This is the most important mission
of your lives.

-Long live the old laws!
-Hurrah!

-But if they meet up...
-We'll win, you can be sure.

If I were you I wouldn't try it.

There are two bodyguards
in Angustias' office

with orders to shoot
anyone coming out of here.

They've set a trap for us.

-Go get 'em!
-Go get 'em!

What a pounding
they're giving each other.

It's looks like Goya's
"Fight With Cudgels" version 2.0.

They've really pummelled each other.

Ernesto.

Let's go to phase two.

-Open the hatches right now.
-No way.

Just wait, the best part's coming.

Let's go to phase three.

-You're killing them.
-No, we're putting them to sleep.

Sure, so the trip to Loarre
will be easier for them.

Help!

Hello, good evening.

What do we do with you now'

Leave him to me.

Alonso, you're alive.
My men saw you die.

-The blood...
-It was a trick, you fool.

Elena will regret it.

No, don't bother.
We have a little device

that blocks all these
electronic inventions.

Cut it out with the little toy!
Have you never played poker?

We bluffed and you bought it.

You're a moron.

Did you really think
I'd betra the Ministry?

Where were you?

-I needed some air.
-Let's go, we'll be late.

We have to supervise
the election from the list.

No need, they're not
going to change it.

How do you know?

They've decided to kill him

-and I have to do it.
-We have to call the Ministry.

No, they've tapped the phones.

They'll find out.

And Elena will die.

And we did call, but in another way.

Perfect.

Yes, I'm so glad
that everything's going well.

And remember, it's very important

that you stay with him
until he's named president.

Don't worry, sir, we'll stay in 1976

as long as it takes.

And he swallowed it.

To change history you gotta
be more "on the ball".

Now you're going to tell me
where Elena is!

Talk to me, you've got a lot to gain.
What do you want to know?

Be patient.
Alonso will ask you.

Do I take this son of a bitch
to the interrogation room?

He's all yours, but, please,
intimidate him, don't kill him.

-I'll try.
-Please do.

We need to find out
his contacts today

and in his period, 1890.

Right, Bosco?

-Or would you rather I call Enrique?
-Negotiate.

Negotiate, for God's sake,
or you'll regret it.

Regret what?

Oh, sure, you're going to give
a negative report on me

to the President.

-Irene, please.
-Of course, sir.

You really think I'd miss the chance

for the Exterminating Angel
to take the Ministry

and let Suárez
initiate the transition?

If you did, you're more foolish
than I thought.

Kill by the mike,
die by the recorder.

An orphan.

I would never have imagined it.

I am very sorry.

You don't need to be.
I'd rather find out,

even if it wasn't what I expected.

Oh, by the way...

the location of the paintings.

A promise is a promise.

You were right in the end.

About what?

You'll never be a mother.

If I had a daughter,

I'd love it if she were
as brave as you.

Thank you.

They'll take you home.

You won't even have time
for a shower.

In a few minutes
the King will call you.

You will take door 127

-and hurry to Zarzuela.
-You know all about me.

I do my duty.

I'll hurry then.
What can you do?

You don't get called
to be president every day

and you can't be late.

-Will we see each other again?
-You can be sure of it.

-Your name again? Salvador...
-Martí, Salvador Martí.

Thank you for everything.

By the way,

about the idea of using
a poet in your speech,

I think I have an idea.

I've been waiting all day.

That's that.

Yes, I told her.

And how did she take it?

Well, the truth hurts.

A great deal sometimes.

Well, thank you so much.

-Take care.
-You're going already?

I thought you'd ask me
about your future.

I'd rather find out
when the time comes.

Goodbye then.

-Wait.
-Yes?

In a few years, someone will
ask you to be part of something

called "Darrow".

Darrow.

-I don't think I've ever heard of it.
-You will.

Don't go there.

Never work with them,
understand? Never.

I understand.

I also want to tell you something.

Sure, I'm all ears.

Enrique Mendieta was my father.

It doesn't ring a bell?

No.

Liar.

You denounced him

and they locked him up
in the La Corchuela camp.

No.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm afraid it's too late for lying.

My father is dead.

Murderer!

Hush.

That's it.

It's over.

Lola.

You were going to tell me something.

Lucía...

Will you stay with her
when the end comes?

Of course.

I'll be there.

Thanks you.

Goodbye.

Relax, it's all over.

Now I am a renegade to everyone.

Not to us.

What are you going to do now?

I'm a free woman.

Salvador's letting me go back
to my period.

If I hadn't deceived you,
would you still be with me?

That's impossible to know, Marta.

-There was a time when you loved me.
-Yes.

And a time when I'd rather eat glass

than see you.

And now?

Now I'm very grateful
for what you did, Marta.

Goodbye, Jesús.

Goodbye, Marta.

And allow me to finish

by recalling the verse
of a great Spanish author:

"Today is open to tomorrow,
tomorrow to the infinite.

Men of Spain, the past is not dead

nor tomorrow or yesterday written".

What a silver tongue.

"The past is not dead,
nor tomorrow or yesterday written".

It seems that whoever wrote it
knows this Ministry.

-It's by Antonio Machado, isn't it?
-Yes.

It's by Antonio Machado.

The time machine doesn't exist.

What exists are the doors of time.

It's not a question of taste.
It's a shitty series, period.

You'll have to go to 1966

to find out where
where this rubbish began

and stop it from coming to light.

Cut! That was good.,

Where the hell are the extras?

-"Time of Glory", what's it about?
-It's dedicated to Lope de Vega.

-Being an actor sucks.
-I am Narciso Ibáñez Serrador.

He's the Spanish Hitchcock,
he's a genius.

Didn't you want to
destroy Salvador Martí?

Didn't you want to reveal
the secret of the Ministry?

Miss Amelia Folch
and Don Alonso de Entrerríos.

It was similar,
but not exactly like that.

How dare you say that
Spain mistreats its heroes?

It was a time door.

They almost got me, damn it.

We've fought the Exterminating Angel,
the Nazis,

-the Sons of Padilla...
-Tour members,

"Meet Lope de Vega", door 628.

In the end, tourism beat us.

Irene and Angustias decided
to fight form outside.

And the other civil servants?

They don't exist for the Ministry.

Are you alright?

No.

Who are you?

Run! Let's go!

-Let's go!
-Run!

That's what this
humble show is about,

called, and don't be scared,

"Stories to Keep You Up at Night".