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What do you want?

The final battle is imminent.

I need people like you at my side.

We know who our enemy is.

His real name is Enrique de Sobrecasa.

An urgent call from 1976.

Adolfo Suárez isn't among
the nine options for President.

I'll help bring down
the Children of Padilla.

2017. Is this a joke?

On your phone
you have a copy of the book

for travelling to the future.

Erase it all.

Congratulations, Captain Valor.

Your first mission as patrol leader
has been a success.

Every time it's harder to dream.

How did you sneak in?

I didn't, I'm an agent
from the 2017 Ministry.

Don't even think of it.

We're saving your life.

It's the least we can do for someone

who'll be our president.

-The documentation you gave me was false
-False?

We want to send a message from the past
to all the Children of Padilla.V

That's enough.

I want to know who Lucía's father is.

Summon all the available angels,
all of them!

It's the final battle against the
Ministry and the Children of Padilla.

-Go get them!
-Go get them!

Enrique Mendieta was my father

and you denounced him.

-Alonso is alive?
-Have you never played poker?

We were bluffing
and everyone fell for it.

Don't worry.

It's all over.

Goodbye, Jesús.

THE MINISTRY OF TIME

EPISODE 34
"BETWEEN TWO TIMES"

So the time machine exists,
and it's Spanish.

How can a time machine exist?
Please, don't talk nonsense.

The time machine doesn't exist.

But doors in time do exist.

And I thought I'd seen everything.

Shall I call the patrol?

And quickly.

The Ministry of Time.

With Fernando Guillén
as Julián Martínez.

Jaime Blanch
as Alonso de Entrerríos.

Gemma Cuervo as Amelia Folch.

With the special collaboration
of Irán Eory as Lola Mendieta.

Is that the other Lola or me?

The other, I think.

It's a great cast.

The one playing me
looks like a weakling.

Jaime Blanch?
He did a wonderful "Jeromín".

-"Jeromín"?
-John of Austria as a child.

The great John of Austria?
Then I'll be quiet.

What about Méndez?
Does he not appear or...?

No, he'll appear in the second season.

Well, I guess.

Don't complain, I won't even appear.

The secretary, who listens,
writes and keeps quiet.

Let's get to the point.

You have to travel to 1966,

find out where this nonsense
has come from and stop it.

I don't understand.

-Hasn't the series been made?
-No, not yet.

They've only made
a pilot episode, a trial run.

That's all they've produced.

But they're filming the rest.

There's no broadcast date.

They say "coming soon", "imminent",
which is like... "who knows when".

Let's hope never.

If that series is shown...
it's the end of the Ministry.

We're going from bad to worse.

From Hollywood producers
to extras with no lines.

-What? Do we not speak?
-No.

How do we communicate?
With signs?

No way.
I'd rather die than mime.

There's a job for a sound man,
it's up to you.

It sounds really boring.
Forget it.

You two will stay on the set
during the shooting.

-And me? A seamstress again?
-No.

You're the new secretary

to the director general
of Spanish Television.

Watch what happens in the offices.

I'm glad I studied typing
as a child.

Somewhere or other
the culprit will appear.

Go on, travel.

Cut!

Right, gentlemen, that was good.

You did very well.

Right, we'll move on
to the next sequence...

-Yes, the cafeteria.
-In the cafeteria.

Good? Good?

They looked like
they were going to catch the bus.

All this is magic.

It's like our Ministry
but without being it.

I need the extras.

I don't understand.

Where the hell are the extras?

Silence, please.

Sound.

Ready.

And... action!

Dr. Martínez, these are
the agents under your command.

This I my lucky day. First I meet
Velázquez, and now, D'Artagnan.

You mistake me for another.

Dr. Julián Martínez,

Miss Amelia Folch
and Alonso de Entrerríos.

Well, I'll leave you
to get acquainted.

Cut.

Listen, gentlemen.

Where's Angustias?
Call her here.

It's similar
but not exactly how it was.

No?
How is it different?

Julián wasn't a doctor.

Here, Amelia was in command.
And look at Velázquez.

He looks like he ate the Meninas.

Right.

Fuck.

Angustias is very different.

I prefer ours.

I don't know
if Irene and I would agree.

All right, everyone.

We'll do it again.
Take it from the beginning.

Do it again,
repeat it again, once again.

Being an actor is a pain.

A pain is being here all morning
and learning nothing.

Maybe Lola will be lucky.

Dr. Martínez, these are
the agents under your command.

My average typing speed
is 54 words per minute.

I speak English and French
and I know some German.

-It's all in my curriculum.
-Are you married?

Excuse me?

It's a simple question.
Just answer it.

No, I'm not.

Boyfriend?

No.

I'm sorry, I don't understand
why that's important.

Morality is always important.

You're highly recommended
so I'll give you a chance.

Thank you.

Do you need anything?

Yes, first of all
lower your skirt a little.

Next, I have three appointments
for this morning:

one with a man
called Ibáñez Serrador.

-Shall I send him in when he arrives?
-Absolutely not.

He gives me a headache
with his weird stories.

-Re-schedule him.
-And the other two?

Mr. Ureña and Mr. Hurtado.
Let them in.

Shall I remove your cup?

I see you learn quickly.

You have no idea.

Cut! That was good.

And let's move.
We're running out of time.

That's a sin in this series.
Next is the corridor with the doors.

It's smaller than the Ministry.
It'll look ridiculous.

Everything seems bigger on the TV.

Alonso, keep an eye out.

What are you doing?

-Looking for the scriptwriter.
-What's that?

The one who writes the series.

This one must write itself.
There's no mention of the writer.

Let's have some silence,
we're going to record.

Sound!

On your marks, ready, and...
action!

Amelia, before you go through that door,
I have to tell you something.

I love you.

I love you since before I met you.

That's rubbish.

-Is that what happened?
-No, not as far as I know.

Julián.

-Why are you saying that now?
-I bet they'll kiss.

We're fighting
for the glory of this country.

If we have to die for it, we will.

I may not have another chance.

It was obvious...

Cut! That was good.

-No, no.
-No what? What's wrong?

Julián would never have said that.

It seems more like you.

Can I help you?

The director is expecting me.

Sir, you have a visit from Mr....

Ureña, from the "Ministry of Time".

Mr. Ureña, from the "Ministry of Time".

-Send him in.
-Go ahead.

-First door on the left.
-Yes, yes.

I've brought the remaining chapters.

"Time of Glory".

I like the title.
What's it about?

It's devoted to Lope de Vega,

one of the key figures
in our literature.

Look.

-Look.
-That's very good.

If this country needs anything now

it's mirrors in which
the people can see themselves,

compatriots to admire, heroes.

Don't worry, we have lots of that.

Look, we have the Catholic Monarchs,

we have Isabel II.

And Franco?

Well... I could think about it.

I've thought for you.
Do it.

Of course, of course. Yes.

He could be played by Manolo Zarzo.

With that wiry hair,
that star quality...

I mean...
They don't really look alike.

The public...

The public will think
what we want them to think, Ureña.

Why do you think
television was invented?

Excuse me, miss.

Excuse me.
We were testing a...

some new sound devices we were sent.

Are you sure that is a sound device?

It looks a lot like a cerebrum.

Who are you?

I am Narciso Ibáñez Serrador.

I have an appointment.

I'm sorry,
the director is in a meeting,

the last one for this morning.

I don't understand. He rang me.

-I've brought the script...
-I can give you another appointment.

If there's no alternative...

Stay where you are, filthy capitalists!

Halt, or you'll regret it.

Never!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Are you hungry, comrade?
Here's a knuckle sandwich!

Don't move or I'll kill you.
I swear by Laika the dog.

Listen to him, Alonso!

This Ministry now belongs
to Comrade Khrushchev.

You'll never get away with this, Slav!

Swallow lead, scoundrel!

Cut. Good, good.

Very good, very like
"Roberto Alcázar and Pedrín".

It's just what we needed.

-Good.
-They were Nazis, not Russians.

Each era has its villains.

You were very good in the fight.

In the fight,
you were very... contained.

It looked false.
It's obvious you can't fight.

I want you to give it everything,
you hear?

Alonso, Alonso, Alonso.

We've blown it.

We'll do another, everyone.

Crew, get back.
Everyone prepared.

On your marks.
Ready and... action.

Stay where you are, filthy capitalists.

-Halt, or you'll regret it.
-Never!

Don't say I didn't warn you!

What are you doing?

-What are you doing, you brute?
-Giving everything.

That brute broke my nose!

-Cut! Cut!
-Are you insane?

Very good.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-No, no, no. It was wonderful.

I resign!

You are the reincarnation
of Alonso de Entrerríos.

I think I've discovered a star.

Come on, from the top.

It's Lola.

The creator of the series
is called Ureña.

Ureña?

-Do you know him?
-Yes.

He died a few years ago.

He was a delegate of this ministry.

He hired some thugs to kill me.

And he nearly succeeded.

And they say
a civil servant's life is boring.

Here he is.

That's the man.

Ureña, the diabolical old man.

The Ureña I know is much younger.

He's traveled through time.

-Are you sure he's called Ureña?
-Yes.

I wrote it all in the diary.

No one else came to the office,

except for a man
who wanted to sell a contest

and a strange man
called Ibáñez Serrador.

Chicho Ibánez Serrador.

-Is he dangerous too?
-No, he's the Spanish Hitchcock.

-He's a genius.
-Let's focus, please.

Well, arrest Ureña
and bring him here immediately.

I have the address,

but I doubt we can stop the series.

They have the scripts,
I've read them and...

In the sieges of Zaragoza,
the French lost.

Castile won the battle of Aljubarrota...

But we lost that.

It's all in praise of
a "one, great, free" Spain

I'd never work in a ministry like that.

Wait. A great Spain?
I'd love to work there.

This isn't a matter of tastes.
The series is shit.

-I have an idea.
-I'm all ears.

They want to give
an idyllic image of our story.

Why don't we tell them the truth?

The truth about our missions.

-We've got a lot of bitter stories.
-7Yes, but be careful.

They might catch on
and make a good series.

Angustias has gone.
She won't have time to write it.

Well, call her back.

And everyone start writing,
even the doorman.

And no computers.
Use typewriters.

Yes, sir.

They'll have some.

You go back to 1966.

We'll send you the new scripts.

Fantastic.

What is happening
between the two of us?

I'm sorry that our love grew cold.

Something has changed,
but I'll never forget the past

when you and I were happy.

With that, we would have won
the Eurovision.

Tell me if I did something wrong
and didn't know it.

If I made mistakes,
I beg you to forgive me,

and everything will be
like yesterday again.

Love me again like yesterday.

Cry with emotion again,
like yesterday.

Look at me,
kiss me again like yesterday,

and we can live together,

trusting in the future,

like yesterday.

STORIES TO KEEP YOU AWAKE

I promise to change from today,

and give you
all my life and my love.

Leave behind resentment,
forget old fears.

Let's be happy again,
like yesterday.

Love me again, like yesterday.

Cry with emotion again,
like yesterday.

Look at me,
kiss me again like yesterday

and we can live together,

trusting in the future,

like yesterday.

We have to rescue Amelia, gadzooks.

Gadzooks?

I can't say something so stupid.

I say "by Gad"
or I don't do the scene.

OK, OK.
We'll stop for a moment.

-He thinks he's the character!
-May I? Thank you.

You're taking it too seriously.

You do things right or not at all.

Please, just relax a bit.

Fuck, Ernesto.

My God, you look good in anything:

Bolshevik, Nazi...
Is that a change of clothes?

Very funny. My fingers are
like sausages from typing.

All right, here are the new scripts.

My God.

Just as well
they didn't last 70 minutes

or we'd have needed another week.

How do we distribute them?

This way.

What are you doing?

It's Chicho's script.

Now.

Hello.

Is anyone there?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

I heard you.

It isn't funny.

Come on.

I've got a gun.
This is going to end badly.

What filth is this?

Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed.

I'm sorry, really, it's my fault.

No, no, it's my fault.

No, fuck, it's my fault.

Watch your language
in front of the lady.

You're right.

What if your father saw you like this?

A good wallop.

For me, I mean.
I deserve it.

Things are done right.

First, you invite her
to a milkshake in the Retiro,

and then you introduce yourself
to the family.

-Of course.
-With a bottle of anise.

That always works.

And some cookies, too.
They always help.

All this open-mindedness.
And then things happen!

Come on.

-Listen.
-What?

Well...

About the kiss...

What? Is there a problem?

No, it's just
that I could be your father.

And I could be your grandmother.

Holy shit.

Where does that man keep things?

You should know, you're his secretary.

Here they are.

-But this...
-They're different.

Those fucking Ministry people.

It doesn't matter,
I'm sure it'll work.

Come on.

Nothing here, nothing there.

Where can the ball be?

That's it.

-Let's go.
-Wait.

That's it.

Let's go.

A child killer in the Rabal?

The Last of the Philippines
are idiots?

El Cid, a vile mercenary?

How dare you say
that Spain mistreats its heroes?

Is anything wrong?

You tricked me!

There must be a mistake.

-Those aren't my scripts.
-Whose are they, Unamuno's?

Rome doesn't pay traitors,
and Numantia...

does not surrender!

I'm going to report you right now

for attacking the regime
and being a communist!

We can fix it.
I'll go there immediately.

Too late, Ureña!

Do you think
you can use Spanish Television

to promote your communist ideas?

Ureña?

Ureña?

Ernesto, this way.
Come on.

Ureña!

-It was a door in time.
-So it seems.

-Are we in 2017?
-We'll check it right now.

May I see your newspaper?

-What?
-Your newspaper.

Take it.

We're in 2011.

-We have to go back to 1966.
-Yes, let's go.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Here's your tea.

Thank you, miss.

Do you need anything else?

Now what do we show
on Friday nights?

We've got nothing.

You could call Ibáñez Serrador.

At least he has written the scripts.

I don't like it,
but we've got nothing else.

He's to start now with his series.

Yes, sir.

And get me Police Headquarters.

They nearly caught me.

All this risk for what?

To destroy the work of some idiots?

To get justice.

I am...

sick of your personal revenge.

This...

This was a brilliant stroke.

Copying the book before you retired.

Well, before they retired you,
I should say.

From now on...

we'll do things my way.

What?

On a big scale.

Didn't you want
to destroy Salvador Martí?

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

We're in a time of crisis.

It's the best moment to get rich.

Before, we fought for our ideology,

for our principles.

We knew that the enemy had theirs,

but in that, at least
we recognized a certain honor.

Now you have no ideology.

On the contrary, grandfather.

Now we know that
the only ideology is money.

This book
will open lots of doors for me.

Never a truer word.

Maupassant, Gaston Leroux, Henry James,

Edgar Allan Poe, Stevenson...

Ernesto, can we stay here
for a while and watch?

Seeing how they shoot
my favorite series is priceless.

Of course.
I'll tell Salvador.

Thanks.

Cool.

Neat.

Will this take long?

Because I should speak
to Salvador too.

Why? What's up?

This will be my last mission.

Ready.

Yes, I promised.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.

Is anything wrong?

Well,

the next mission
is my last one with the Ministry.

I'd like to believe you,
but I don't think you can quit.

It's part of you.

I said that I need to live
with a bit of peace.

And I can't do that
by risking my life every day.

So you'll have more time now.

-To come running with me...
-No, no, no.

No, I refuse, never.

I refuse to put on
those colored breeches.

And running for the sake of it
is stupid.

Taking one decision is hard enough.
Two would be too much.

And whoever takes
two decisions at once,

tells the truth in one
and lies in the other.

Nice phrase. Whose is it?

-Yours.
-Well!

I'll end up looking like
an intelligent man.

Who said you weren't?

Everyone's leaving the Ministry.
Will there be no one left?

Silence.

And... action!

Maupassant, Gaston Leroux,

Henry James, Edgar Allan Poe,
Stevenson...

They all wrote immortal tales,

stories which mingle
madness, horror, panic...

My God, this is no way
to scare anybody.

No, this isn't the way.

Forgive me.

A new program is starting today,

a program in which
we are going to offer

tales of suspense and terror,

some classic, others modern.

That is what you'll find
in this humble program

which is called, don't be scared,
"Stories To Keep You Awake".

NARCISO IBÁÑEZ SERRADOR
PRESENTS

"STORIES TO KEEP YOU AWAKE"

This door is jammed!

I was going to lend you a hand but...

What is this?

Did they give it a coat of paint
in our absence?

I liked it more before.

Travelers for the tour
"Meet Lope de Vega", door 328.

-Embarking in 15 minutes.
-What is this?

Excuse me. We're lost.
Where is this group going?

To see Lola Flores
make her debut at 16

in the Villamarta Theater, in Jerez.

No, that isn't ours.

My God.

We fought the Exterminating Angel,
the Nazis, the Children of Padilla,

the fucking lot, and...

Travelers for the tour
"Rafa Nadal's First Victory",

go to the dressing room.
Departure in two hours.

...in the end,
we're defeated by tourism.

Look.

WANTED
REWARD: 300.000 EUROS

Fuck, and the coffee is good.

How did this happen?

I had a similar experience
with Amelia and Julián,

and, believe me, it wasn't pleasant.

We had to confront Philip II himself.

Like in a parallel time?

Amelia said it was something like that.

Something happened in the past
that changed everything.

-And it doesn't affect us...
-Because we were traveling.

That's right.

We still have one mission.
We must talk to Salvador.

And if he isn't here?

Look around.
Do you know anyone?

I think it might be better to wait.

Travelers on the tour "23-F",
departure in 30 minutes.

The discovery of America,

the taking of Numantia,

the Beatles' concert
in the Las Ventas bullring.

My God.

Marcelino's goal
against the Soviet Union.

Who wants to study them
when you can live them?

It's possible now,
thanks to Carpe Diem,

your intemporal travel agency.

-It's Ureña.
-But who is the man?

What is this?

Grandson of Juan Ureña,

delegate of the former
secret Ministry of Time,

Leopold had a dream
and he fulfilled it.

Because time travel can't be
the privilege of just a few.

Because the Spanish people
have the right

to experience their history
at first hand.

Because Spain lives off tourism.

SPAIN TRAVELS IN TIME!

IMPOSSIBLE BUT TRUE!

THE TIME MACHINE EXISTS
AND IT'S SPANISH

That is why we are here,
working for you since 2011.

Do you think that
any time in the past was better?

Don't doubt it.
Come and see for yourself!

Carpe Diem, your time travel agency.

Don't ask where.

Ask when.

When did this country
totally lose its sense of shame?

Yes, because
you don't lose it overnight.

No, no, no,
this is a question of centuries.

Excuse me.

Your travel documentation?

Our what?

You'd better come with me.

Don't worry, I'll see to this.

Did you not have the chance
to say goodbye to a loved one?

We can provide that reunion
you thought was impossible.

As you see,
this Ministry has changed a lot.

And you haven't?

Come with me, please.

Do you want to attend your own birth,
remember the first time you saw light?

A journey that is worthwhile,

because you're only born once.

Do you want to enjoy
your First Communion again?

We know you have photos, but...

what can compare with reality?

Do you want to witness your own wedding?
We'll take you there.

Take advantage of
our special offer for the widowed.

Because in our company
feelings come first.

Carpe Diem,

live your life again with us.

You can come in now.

Fuck.

When I arrived, before you,
from 1966,

I discovered that this Ministry
had become a travel agency since 2011.

2011? That was the year
we appeared looking for Ureña.

Exactly.

And the other employees?

Many hadn't been recruited like you.

They don't exist for the Ministry.

Salvador recruited them years later.

Many of those who were here
chose to leave,

so as not to see the Ministry
become what it is.

Except for you.

Someone had to stay inside.

But Irene...

Irene and Angustias
chose to fight from outside.

What can we do?

For the moment...

go and visit Salvador.

Tell me about it later.
I have things to do.

You know what you'll find,
don't you?

Yes, Pacino, But I have to try.

There he is.

For now,
we won't tell him who you are.

He's embittered, full of doubts...

I don't know how he'd react
to a new Lola Mendieta. OK?

Come on.

Hello, boss.

Hello.

Who are you?

It's strange
talking to people who know you,

but you don't know
anything about them.

It's as if, suddenly,
I had Alzheimer's.

I told him that Ureña changed history.

They were in 1966 when it happened.

That explains
how terribly you're dressed.

You haven't lost
your sense of humor.

The day I lose it,

I'll be dead.

I repeated it thousands of times.

Three things
that should never be privatized:

education, health and time travel.

Now they look at me as if I was mad.
They say:

"How can you criticize a business
that saved Spain from the crisis?"

-Well, it's a miracle.
-No, you're wrong.

We're so poor we only have money.

Getting out of the crisis was
their first trump card. The other...

was democratizing history.

Well, in a way, they're right.

Before, only we could travel,
now everyone can.

And for what?

The ones who time travel
don't do it to know history,

they do it to take selfies.

Like the guy who was so vain

he joined the Navy
not to see the world

but so the world could see him.

And that isn't the only problem.

I'm investigating the purchase
of fraudulent shares in the past.

Intertemporal corruption,
that's all we needed.

As you see,
not everything is rose-colored.

Elena!

I'm sorry, do I know you?

I'm Alonso.

I'm sorry, I don't recognize you.
Excuse me...

Wait a minute, please.

Let go or I'll call the police.

I told you what would happen.

It was to be my last mission
with the Ministry.

I was going to start
a new life with her.

She doesn't know me,
she doesn't remember me.

I told you what would happen.

We have to end this pantomime.

Can't we travel
to the past to fix it?

Only they have the "Book of Doors".

Irene made a copy
but she took it with her.

Well, look.

We can try it.

I have another copy on my phone.

Mine is more complete.

It tells you how to travel
to the past... and to the future.

What?
You can travel to the future?

Seriously?

Yes, Rabbi Levi
finally found the formula.

You didn't erase it?

Give it to me.

I doubt any of us is capable
of understanding these formulae.

And we don't have time.

We have to act before
Ureña sells 51% of his shares

to an American investor.

He'll do it tomorrow.

A company called Darrow.
Do you know it?

Darrow?

They tried to steal "Don Quixote"
and "Guernica" from us.

But we defeated them.

No, not in this parallel time.

Here they kept them
and sold them back to us.

Those American are capable
of keeping even the formula for paella.

-How can we prevent it?
-There's just one way.

Destroy the Ministry.

I was thinking of
something less drastic.

We swore to protect history,
they're destroying it.

People who travel in time
just want to profit from it.

They want to see blood
and heroic victories,

in war and in soccer.

It's all just spectacle.

We have to do our job somehow.

Very well.
And how will do we do it?

We have everything ready.

Is all ready for the signing?

Yes, sir.
But you should see this first.

Ernesto can't be trusted.

Can I help you?

The director is expecting me.

Sir, you have a visit from Mr...

Ureña, from the "Ministry of Time".

Mr. Ureña,
from the "Ministry of Time".

That's it.

Are you all right?

No.

I'm not all right.

I didn't know Salvador was so punky.

Right, that's done.

Give me that.

Here.

-How are you doing?
-Almost finished.

We'll have five minutes to shelter
in the cafeteria with the hostages.

There'll be no innocent victim?

There are no journeys now.

Fuck.

Shouldn't we look for Irene?

She keeps changing era
to avoid capture.

If we contact her,
they'll locate her.

-We could look for Ureña.
-Impossible.

He's always protected.

Ready. Let's go.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

-Why?
-If we destroy the Ministry,

I won't see Elena again.
She's the only thing I have.

-Let's get out of here.
-Too late.

Raise your hands,
where I can see them.

I'm sorry. It's the first time
I've disobeyed an order.

Don't worry.

So you're the ones who ruined
the launch of my series.

I have to thank you for that.

I'm not surprised.
It wasn't very good.

Now the Americans will do it.

I'm sure it'll be better.

But that's not what I mean.

You made me think big.

And here I am.

Who'd have told me
the little secretary would be my enemy?

If you like, I'll tell you now.

I look her. She's got a temper.

Then you'll love me.

I'm sure of that,
but we won't have time.

I guess old Salvador Martí
is behind all this.

That man is obsessed
with fighting against progress.

And now it turns out
you're a great man.

You're a lousy money lender.

And that really is
the oldest trade in humanity.

When your enemy insults you,
you've beaten him.

Put them with the others from 1350.

What are you going to do with us?

Well, there's a series of select
journeys that we don't advertise.

They're the most expensive ones.

And you're getting them for free.

Take them away.

Come on.

We'll have to start worrying
about our future.

And a lot.

-Run!
-Come on!

-Come on!
-Run!

Let's go.

Let's go.

If we aren't shot,
we'll die of something else.

Throw down your arms!

What are you doing here, Ernesto?

It's a very long story.

I'm delighted to see you, Irene.

-How do you know me?
-Another one who doesn't know.

And your eye?

The one who did it to me lost both.
I saw to that.

I knew men in the Regiments
with less guts than her.

You see.

Are these hunts normal?

Yes, they are.

Those of us who fled the Ministry
advise each other when we see one.

I wasn't there by chance.

Thanks to that you're alive.

Have you got phones?

When we left the Ministry
we took all we could.

But we can only call each other.

If we call 2017, they'd find us.

It's the last thing I expected:
hunting humans.

Like "The Most Dangerous Game".

The film from the '30s.

And one question...

If they're killing people now,

-aren't they changing history?
-They think not.

They choose lepers, the sick,
people sentenced to death...

These are worth more.

They're healthy
and it's harder to hunt them.

But they're changing history
in a different way.

How?

They bring diseases
that kill the population,

Viruses that reproduce
faster and faster.

The flu kills more than the plague.

And intemporal strains are created
that are impossible to control.

We'll all fall.

Like flies.

Until now, it was going well.

What do you mean?

Come with me.

Angustias!

Angustias.

-What's wrong?
-Who are they?

Agents from a Ministry
we didn't know.

-What happened?
-I don't know.

Within a month, something changed.

I guess it's a new strain of flu.

People are dying in the towns,
many are empty now.

And us...

Only half of those who came are left,
about 50.

What will you do with the prisoners?

Return them to their time,
as we always do.

They all have a safety bracelet.

They press a button
and they're rescued.

Why?
What are you thinking?

They bring viruses,
they'll take others back.

An eye for an eye...

A tooth for a tooth.

Bring one of the hunters.

I'll need a stick with some cotton.

What for?

They'll take home
the viruses they brought.

Yes, and a letter
explaining what's happening.

-Perfect.
-I'll write it very clearly.

We'll have to bother you a bit,
Angustias.

Take all you need to take...

and smear it all over that bastard.

Take it easy, Angustias.

Calm down, calm down.
Look at my colleague.

Look. Anaesthetic.

His mouth.

Open his mouth.

You should prick him with a needle
you've used on someone who's infected.

You know we're going
to destroy the future?

No.

We're going to get it back,
with our conditions.

Call the doctors!
Immediately!

Look, sir.

A letter for Mr. Ureña?

Let me out of here.

No, it isn't safe
until we know exactly what it is.

Did the doctor say anything?
Is it bubonic plague or...?

Before he passed out,
he said that if it was

it would have been cured
with antibiotics.

So what is it?

We've contaminated the past

and they're sending us
diseases we can't control.

Don't get catastrophic, for God's sake.

What use are all the millions
you've made?

Will you take them to the grave?

Go to hell.

Salvador?
I need you urgently.

On one condition?

What is it?

Very well.

You shouldn't have come.

We're all going to be infected.

I think that's inevitable.

-But what can we do?
-I'll be brief.

And we'll explain it with drawings
so you understand.

Irene, please.

Yes, sir.

This is the evolution
of the illness in one week.

In one month.

In one year.

Only the Canaries will be saved.

That is,
if air and sea travel are halted,

which is what the rest of the world
will do with us.

Congratulations.

You've put an end
to our past and our future.

-And I'll put an end to you!
-Please!

Alonso!

-Let go of me!
-Come on!

I'm all right, I'm all right.

-But that's just a drawing!
-No, it isn't.

And also there's no solution.

Unless we go back and...

prevent you causing all this mess.

That's your aim,

get rid of me
and occupy this armchair again.

There's none so deaf
as he who won't hear.

Well, he can see it for himself.

You know that with my phone...

Yes, but on one condition.

It will be the first and last trip
by this Ministry to the future.

-To the future?
-Yes.

-I'll go with him.
-Yes, in case he gets lost.

And call your best engineer.

This is one mother and father
of a problem.

You've screwed up big time.

Really big time, Ureña.

What do I have to do?

Go back to the exact moment
when you started all this

and persuade your other you
not to do what he did.

The year 2011.

I'll go with you to the exact door.

And Lola, Alonso and I...?

You'll go back to 1966,
the year from which you arrived here.

Well, then...

Will you give me the phone, boss?

Yes, yes...
Oh, no... First I have to do something.

That's it. There's no future.

You could have waited a bit
before you went all Sex Pistols.

I'm saying it because...

maybe the other Salvador
didn't think the same.

He would, don't doubt it.

I haven't spent my life
saying 1,000 times

that you can't travel to the future

so that now you can do it.
No, no.

Now you have no ideology.

On the contrary, grandfather.

Now we know that
the only ideology is money.

This book
will open lots of doors for me.

Never better said.

Does anyone else
have keys to this house?

No, not as far as I know.

Yes. How can I tell you this?

I've come from the year 2017.

We have to talk very seriously.

The nitroglycerin, the nitroglycerin.

What's happening?

There, under your tongue, grandfather.

The correct question is:
what will happen?

When he recovers
I'll tell you everything.

That is what you'll find
in this humble program

which is called, don't be scared,
"Stories To Keep You Awake".

Wonderful.
Not only have you eliminated

that terrible series
about the Ministry,

but you've ensured the existence

of one of the glories of our television.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because we love to see you
sitting there in your chair.

They're staring at me too.

You've got really lovely eyes, Irene.

Do you know how dangerous it is
to say that to me?

Let's focus on something else.

What do we know about Alonso?

He asked me for leave.
Personal matters.

-Can we go?
-Yes, of course.

I was just bringing coffee.

-A drink, grandma?
-Delighted, grandson.

What's going on?

That's what I'd like to know.

You don't like running
for the sake of it, but you're smiling.

I'm happy.

Why?

Why?

I've learned there are
more important things

than saving history
or characters who appear in books.

And what is more important?
Tell me.

Well...

saving your own life,

your history.

Even if it will never
be studied in universities.

Don't lag behind, come on.

Come on, one, two, one, two!
Go, go, go.

Come on.

A beautiful day to die.

You're really fucking encouraging.

A nice day to crush those bastards.

That's better.

Come on, we have to get out of here!

Julián!

Julián!

-Go get them!
-Go get them!

Have you detected the Soviets?

We'll need nicknames for you.

I'm Tercio, Little Tercio...
Little Tercio from Flanders.

Very good.

"The simple fluttering of a butterfly
can change the world".

Fucking butterfly.

Being independent was never
well regarded in this country.

It's obvious no idea is original.

Well, some more than others.

What a business.

What a business!

You may not believe it,

but that doesn't change the truth.

I'm your daughter.

Excuse me, Francisco.

It's a very great honor to meet you.
I admire you so very much.

And that woman is Blanca, my wife.

It's impossible.

You'll desert the Ministry
and traffic in art.

Like it or not, you are me.

Why is it so difficult to go back to the
day before when we screwed up?

Because our life is what it is,

with our successes
and our screw-ups.

Aren't you a writer?

No one has ever recognized me.

I've got 14! 14!

That's me.

You write what people want to hear,
not what they should know.

When the centuries pass,
I will be the symbol of this era

and you won't even be remembered.

You will find knowledge in books

and with knowledge
you will be what you want in life.

Father, if you authorize
a second screening of "Viridiana",

I'll have the Jedis dressed as priests.

The San Isidro meadow,
as Goya painted it.

We're saving your life.

It's the least we can do
for someone who'll be our president.

I, president?

I need to choose between...

the Ministry and my family, and...

I'm choosing my family.

It gets harder and harder to dream.

This isn't a matter of taste.

The series is shit.

We've been defeated by tourism.

Does anything end well in Spain?

No.

That is what you'll find
in this humble program,

which is called, don't be scared,
"Stories To Keep You Awake".

"I don't know if I'm right,
what's right is that I'm here.

Others have died for less.

Ways of living."