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Arquelogical Excavations
Salamanca, 2015.

Careful.

Look over here.

But that's incredible.

Yes, looks like the work
of Fernando Gallego.

He was one of the primary
Hispano-flemish artists in Salamanca.

He died in 1507.

Careful. And you're telling me
to be careful.

Hold on. There's something.

Could you hand me the tools?

Here.

It can't be.

Were there mobile phones
in the 16th century?

Chapter 6 Time of Rogues.

They found this phone
in a 16th century dig site?

The archaeologists must have flipped out.

One is under psychiatric care,
that's all I'll say.

And it couldn't be a hoax, that
someone put it there later?

The analysis indicates that
it is not a hoax.

The artwork that they found
disappeared around the same time.

Looks like the thieves
hid it there.

Ali Baba's cave
in the 16th century.

Except that one of the thieves
is from the 21st century.

The phone's owner.
Yes, and we know who it is.

- "Mr. Díaz Bueno.
- Do you want to make a statement?"

- Mr. Díaz Bueno, will you return
the money you stole?

-Will you file an appeal with the judge?".

Agents,
I present to you Alberto Díaz Bueno.

Isn't he the one
who escaped last year?

The same. He founded ALDIB,

a business specializing in
communication and consultation.

Later he invested in brick
and travel agencies.

He created an empire
for which he received accolades

as a businessman and entrepreneur.
He took money from Spain

and he didn't pay workers, he fired all
his employees... a charlatan.

And why isn't he in jail?
He was,

but he escaped while on a
weekend pass.

A pass? These days prisoners

enjoy such freedoms?
Only those that steal a lot.

A lot or a little, how is it
possible he can time travel?

That's what we've been investigating
since we heard the news.

We've recovered the data
from the phone's SIM card

and this phone holds a copy.

Through that we know
who Díaz Bueno called

the week before he disappeared.

He called his lawyer,
his mother, his girlfriend...

and an unidentified number
20 times.

What do you mean unidentified?
It has to be registered to someone,

even if it's prepaid.

It belongs to one Enrique Gil
de la Riva 20 years deceased

who never recharges it
in the same place.

Maybe if we call the number...
We've already done that,

no one ever answers.

To sum up,
we have to catch this bastard

and bring him back to be tried.
Exactly.

The closest date
to the door of the dig

is in Salamanca in...
February 1520.

Salamanca, 1520.

That's during the people's
revolt against Carlos I.

You won't be traveling during the conflict.

The revolt took place
two months later.

Everything will be fine if you don't take
sides and you concentrate on the mission.

Ah, another thing.

This is the sketch that
Velázquez made of Díaz Bueno.

In case you have to ask around.

You'll leave immediately.

You, Ernesto, will personally
supervise the operation.

And me?
I have another mission for you.

I want you to take charge of
something important to the Ministry,

interrogate Walcott.

He should be almost ready to talk.

One week in an 11th century
prison will wear anyone down.

Hey, hey!

Call! Call the US embassy, please.

Call the US embassy, please.

Is there a problem?

No.
Yes.

Yes there is.

Leiva is imprisoned there,
that's all.

I know what Leiva meant to you.

And to the Ministry.

But we have to turn the page.

Look, Irene, for the first time
since the Ministry came into existence

we have found a time traveler
who travels is a manner that...

that we don't control.

And that's a serious subject.

Very serious.

I know. I'll interrogate Walcott
right away.

I look like I'm in a tuna band. I'm just
missing the sash and the tambourine.

That's the point,
to look like a tuna band singer.

Aren't I supposed to pass for
a student at Salamanca?

Don't take offence.
That's where the word comes from.

"Tunante" or "sopista"
were the poor students

who earned their meals
with their musical talent.

Is there anything this woman doesn't know?

And who should I say that I am,
if I am asked?

You're going to war with the king,
to Flanders.

That character will
not be hard to play.

But beforehand you're leaving
your wife in a convent,

that's you, Amelia.

Nun, loving wife, prostitute...

How few roles there are
for a woman in the past.

The door is 598. It will take you
just outside of Salamanca.

Good luck.

I like to see you smiling.
You don't do it much lately.

I prefer to travel to a time
where I haven't been born yet,

neither me nor my family.

That's better than
being dead and buried.

Here it is.

Come on.

Go out, I don't fit.
Don't push.

I'm going, I'm going.

We're in a chapel.
Get out, my God.

This is smaller than a coffin.

The door is in a confessional.

Good thing the priest wasn't in there.
He would have got a heart attack.

I don't think anyone's come here
to confess in a long time.

It looks abandoned.

It's strange that they didn't send
anyone to meet us.

Not enough staff, as always.
True.

It's only four years after
the coronation of Carlos I

and the Ministry didn't come into
its own until the end of his reign.

Let's see where we are.

According to the map, the chapel
is north of Salamanca.

about two leagues.
And that is...?

That is two hours walking
at a good pace.

Finally you've come to release me.

Don't kid yourself.

You don't like this slop, right?

I think you'll like this better.

How do you like the 11th century?

This jail is inhumane.

Don't complain,
you lot have Guantanamo.

Although there, if you escape
you're still in the 21st century.

Tell me who you work for.

If you want to get out of here
you have to give me something in exchange.

I've lived through wars,

been tortured,

and no one's got me to talk yet.

Why would I talk to you?

Because the hamburger you're
eating is poisoned.

And this is the only antidote.

Stomach pain
is the first symptom.

Later you won't be able to stand.

And in a couple of hours
you'll be dead.

Two hours.

I'll be back soon.

Meanwhile I'd like to
interrogate another prisoner.

His name?
Armando Leiva.

Is there a problem?

The time doors
should be like the train,

and let you off
in the center of the city.

Do you know what is the biggest
problem in your time?

You are lazy. So many inventions
make your lives too comfortable.

They call it progress.

In the main you
you have progressed very little.

Scoundrels like the one we are pursuing
do not pay for their crimes,

just like in my time.
And in mine.

Help! Help!

Someone is in trouble.

Alonso! Alonso!
He's going to get into trouble

straight off.
Just what we need.

Two against one.

Are you always so brave?

- Thank God.
- I haven't given you permission to talk.

Who invited you to this party?

Party? No. But perhaps
your funeral.

Calm down.

I can take care of these
louts by myself.

He scares me when he smiles like that.

For Santiago and for Spain!

"Nah", just a bump, nothing serious.
Good thing.

Does it hurt much?
A little. Ah.

I am in your debt, sirs, miss.

More like you're in debt
to Alonso.

You weren't doing so badly
for only having a stick.

These are troubled times
and so I try to always carry it,

but if you hadn't appeared,
I don't want to imagine.

Those weren't any old robbers.
They dressed like nobles.

That's because they were nobles.

In the wealthy families the
oldest brother inherits everything

and the younger ones prefer
robbing travelers to working.

It would be best if we journeyed
on all together.

For me, a pleasure.

Climb up here.
It's not much longer to Salamanca,

but the way gets slower.

I don't yet know your name.
I'm Amelia, and you?

My name is Lázaro.

Go.

How long has it been?

Almost eight years.

I don't suppose you came
here just to see me.

No.

I had to interrogate another prisoner.

Did you use the poison
and the antidote?

Just like you taught me.

You were a fast learner.

I learned from the best.

Do you remember my first day
at the Ministry?

Welcome to the Ministry of Time.

Well, this is nothing.

I have to introduce you to everyone.

I've told them that
you're a great recruit.

How are you?

At first I counted the days,

but there stopped being any sense to it.

For what, if they're never
going to release me?

Do you want me to call a doctor?

An 11th century doctor?

No, thank you.

What did they tell my wife?

That you died on a mission.

Did she believe it?

Yes.
Good.

She receives a pension from the Ministry.

Salvador.

Salvador has always been
an elegant guy.

A bastard, yes, but elegant.

I only asked for what was fair.

How many times did I risk my life
to save someone famous?

Their lives were worth less
than any one of ours,

than my son's.

How can they just let a little boy
die of leukemia?

In the 21st century
most children are cured.

One simple trip would have been enough.

You should have done it in secret.
Never.

What would be the point
of saving my sick son,

if a coworker
couldn't save theirs?

Or their wife's.

All or none.

That's why I rebelled.

It would be better if you left.

Remember what you always told us
when we started?

No agent left behind.

Tell me what I can do for you.

Tell me the name
of who betrayed me.

One day they'll have to pay
for what they did to me.

To me and my team.

And do you make a good living
as a comedian?

Just enough, but I'm free.

It's better that being a servant,
which I also was, as a boy.

In a noble house?

As noble as a blind man,
a penniless nobleman

or a stingy clerk can be.

But I learned something from each one, even
though it was through hunger and beatings.

Woah, mule.

Look, Salamanca.

Thank you.

What a beautiful view.
Yes, very.

My mother gave birth just as
she was crossing this river.

That's why they call me
Lázaro de Tormes.

Are you coming to Salamanca
to visit your family?

No. No, I haven't heard anything
about my mother for a long time.

and my father died in Gelves
ten years ago.

In Gelves?
Mmhmm.

In that battle
many brave men died.

Most likely, you are the son of a hero.

No. No, my father
took care of the mules

and went to war
to avoid being jailed for theft.

Do not be ashamed. All
who fight and die in battle

are heroes.

Well then I'd rather not be a hero.

It is enough for me just to see the sun
and have something to eat every day.

That is my war.

It has been since I was born.

My father dead, my mother
sent me to serve a blind man

as poor as we were.

I will never forget how
bad he made my life.

Not a day passed
without him beating me.

What?
You served him and he beat you?

Right here he gave me my
first blow to the head.

Like the stone bulls.
I still have the scar.

Son of a bitch.
He was.

But I would be lying if I did not
tell you that he taught me how life is.

I remember one day a vintager

gave us a bunch of grapes
out of charity.

"Today I want you to
see the trust I have in you"

I will eat a grape, then you can eat one

as long as you promise me
not to take more than one.

That way there won't be any deceit.

I... I promise, sir".

We started to eat them that way.

But on the second round,
the blind man took two grapes,

And I did the same.

Since he had broken the pact,
I kept taking three or four

while he took two.

In that way we finished the bunch.

"Lázaro, you've deceived me."

I would swear to God that we finished
that bunch too quickly,

and that you've eaten the grapes
three at a time.

No, sir. Why do you think that?

Because I ate them by twos
and you kept quiet, you scoundrel.

Don't complain nor cry,
money I can not give you,

but life lessons I can".

He cured me of my innocence.

He taught me that to survive I could
not trust anyone in this life.

Well, our
paths divide here.

Weren't you going to Salamanca?
Yes.

Tonight I will set up my show
in a back alley

but until nightfall, better to
not enter the city

or they might mistake me for a beggar.

A royal ordinance
prohibits beggars

from outside the city,

and I have not been in Salamanca in years.
How awful.

As if poverty had borders.

A sign of the times.

If you would like to come see my show
tonight, you would be most welcome.

I'd love to.
Me too,

but there are more important
things to do.

Before you go and since
you are from these parts,

do you know this man?
No.

But if he is from Salamanca, I
am the wrong person to ask.

Like I said, I have not visited
in a long time.

Goodbye, my friends. Hopefully I live
long enough to return the favor.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Giddyup.

Was what I just heard true

or am I dreaming?
No.

It's Lazarillo de Tormes
in the flesh.

I don't know what you are talking about,

but remember
that we have a mission to complete.

Excuse me, sir,
have you seen this man?

No.

Sir, something to eat, for my children.

Yes.

Here.
God bless you.

Have you ever seen this man?

No.

Something is going on here.
They see this picture

and turn away scared.
Let's try her.

Excuse me, ma'am.

There are rude people
in every time period.

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

I'm dying.

Are you going to talk now?

Pardon, father.

May I ask you a question?

Do you know him?

Yes.

He is evil incarnate.

He is the chief magistrate.

Don Alfonso de Bueno.

Out of all the Salamancans,

we're looking for the most
protected man in the whole city.

- Strangers asking for me?
- Yes, yes.

but they don't know your name
nor your position.

- That's suspicious.
- How many strangers?

Two men and a woman.

Watch them.

I want them sleeping in the
dungeon by tonight.

Can you explain to me
what a chief magistrate is?

He's the king's representative
and his confidence man.

He collects taxes, imparts justice
and maintains order among the public.

Now I understand his popularity.

It's surprising that Díaz Bueno rose
so high in such a short time.

He doesn't lack gall.
Look, Lázaro's about to start.

Ladies and gentleman,

welcome to the Lázaro show.

If my clever prose makes you laugh,

it speaks well to your intelligence.

If you do not laugh, remember: "Quod
natura non dat, Salmantica non praestat".

"The university won't give you
what nature has denied you."

I figured that.
But take care,

from experience I can tell you
when nature does not provide,

it will also take away.

So Walcott...

He travels in time through a tunnel.

That's what he confessed to.

He says that they can move it
in time and in space

and it runs on nuclear energy.

Someone must be
investing a lot of money in that.

Specifically, the company
that designed the device

is Darrow Limited Company.

Although in the beginning they only

planned to organize tourist
excursions in time.

But tourism is one thing

and interfering
in matters of State, another

like in the case of "Guernica".

And I fear the worst.
Me too.

But I couldn't continue
questioning him.

He was very weak
and I had to leave him.

I'll go back tomorrow.

Ok.

A time tunnel, right?

The truth seems just like
something off television

except that on tv shows
the good guys win in the end

and in real life they don't.

In real life
the bad guys usually win.

Servants,
I am going to collect funds

to travel to the coronation
in Aachen.

I am your King!

The Kind of Castile
stays in Castile!

And learns to speak our language.

Foreigners leave!

Be still, friends.

- Things are bad all over.
- Stop the stealing.

This humble comedian
will make sure the King

does not pocket even one more coin.

This kid could have a career
in television.

A man talking to a doll?
Are you insane?

He wouldn't be the first, I assure you.

Thank you, friend.

Well, I thought he was funny.
He was disloyal to the King.

He has his reasons.
Thank you!

Gentlemen, ma'am.

Waiter, another pitcher
for my friends.

How are you? Did you like it?
Yes.

No.
Alonso.

Those guys are here for us.

Don't even think about fighting.

You might take these, but outside
there will be more. Leave it to me.

You should come with us.

- Us?
- No, not you, wretch.

Although I could arrest you
for instigating against the King.

Are you talking about this little guy?

If you insist,
you can come with us too.

- Community, community!
- Throw them out in the street.

What is all this about "Community"?
The motto of the commoners.

That's it. Come with me.

- Out, on the street!
- Out!

You weren't in the inn
by coincidence.

You followed us.
I knew you would have trouble.

Why were you asking about Alfonso
Bueno in the middle of the street?

How could you not know he is
the magistrate of Salamanca?

We're from very far away.

Tell us about the magistrate.
It seems like everyone fears him.

He is a thief and a tyrant.

Damn him
and the king who sent him.

You also disrespect the King.

And why should I not?

He says he's the King of Spain,
but he doesn't speak our language,

he gives all the positions of power
to foreigners

and takes all our money to Flanders

while the people
die of hunger and cold.

How...?

How can I tell anyone
who sins that they will go to hell

when so many already live there?

Stay here.

Father, pardon, one more question.

There was a young man with us
that they've arrested.

The comedian.

He must be in the
magistrate's dungeons.

If he's lucky they'll put him on a ship...

or send him to war.
And if he's unlucky?

He'll never get out
of the dungeon alive.

Who are the men and the woman

- who were with you?
- I don't know.

I've told you that I know they were looking
for you because they carried your portrait.

- Where are they hiding?
- I don't know.

- You helped them escape.
- They helped me...

when some thieves attacked me
on the road to Salamanca.

I owed them a favour.

Do you know the punishment
you could face

for being an accomplice
to enemies of the crown?

I know nothing of laws.
I am only a comedian.

A comedian who jests at the King.

If you pardon me I will leave
the profession. I swear.

You can be sure of the second part.
But not the first.

No, no! Ah!

Don't put it on an aluminum tray.

The other day I put one in the
microwave and almost burnt down the house.

Oh, invention from hell...

Ten years in the 21st century and
still making errors like a novice.

Don't worry. Technology
moves faster than people.

Yes, too quickly.

Give me a sandwich, please,
and a beer.

- No glass.
- Coming up.

You eat dinner here?
Yes, dear, yes.

The world is backwards.

You have someone waiting for
you at home and you eat here

and I take my dinner home
where no one's waiting.

Life's ironies.

Yep.

Sometimes life's a little too ironic,
to put it mildly.

Bad day?

Bad, no, worse.
Come on,

spill it, what happened?

Today I went to the Ministry's
11th century prison,

to interrogate the American.

Don't tell me
you spoke to Levia.

It's prohibited.
A lot of things are prohibited,

but sometimes
you have to break the rules.

And how is he?
Well, bad, very bad.

And worst of all, forgotten.

He was the Ministry's best agent.

He saved so many
during terrible times

and he's rotting
among the worst.

Damn, it's unfair.
He made a mistake.

We all make them.

Do you know what's the worst part?

Me being here drinking a beer

when he only has
contaminated water to drink.

As bad as I feel today,

tomorrow I'll undertake another
mission and I'll forget about him.

Just like everyone else.

There are many
people suffering in this world,

but until we see them up close
we don't have any idea they exist.

It's unfair.
I'm not talking about the world, Angustias,

I'm talking about this place,
in this Ministry.

and what it means
to go through door 36.

Because they might be
dangerous criminals,

but the inhumane conditions
in that prison

are also criminal,
and it's a disgrace, my friend.

Tell Salvador.

Suggestions are worthless
here, you know that.

Poor Leiva.

They can give you the Ministry's
dirtiest jobs

for more than half your life...

and if one thing goes badly,
"don't know you, don't care".

Don't speak a word of this, please.
Don't worry.

Secretaries are secret-keepers.

Well.

And what have you heard
about Amelia and her guys?

Nothing yet.

They're still in 1520
looking for Díaz Bueno.

We're here to detain Díaz Bueno.

What happened to that comedian

is none of our concern.
Yes, it is.

Without Lázaro we would be in prison.

It was you who rushed in to rescue him
against the boss's orders.

Or did you forget that?

It was your actions that caused
our paths to cross.

True, but now here we are

and we have to
continue with our task.

How little you know about life.

Then explain it to us,
if you are so smart.

Life is like war.

You lose allies, friends...
In every battle there are casualties.

I might not know as much about life
as you, Superman,

but there's one thing I'm sure of:
if I can save a life, I save it.

He is just a puppeteer.
No! He's Lázaro de Tormes.

If he dies he won't write one of
the pivotal works in our literature,

the first picaresque novel
In my time it's read in universities.

Those rogues don't set a good example.
They swindle, rob...

Most likely,
if that novel isn't written,

there will be less crime
in the following eras.

Look at that, now the soldier
has become an inquisitor.

Watch your mouth.

Or what?

You can split my lip,
but that won't make you right.

I'm telling you.
That's enough!

I'm in charge, understand?

I've always understood.
He doesn't seem able to.

The Ministry's mission is to stop the
past from changing, so that's what we'll do

with Díaz Bueno and with Lazarillo.

How many times have I said
to call before...?

Don't raise your voice.

Lola.

What are you doing here?

That's exactly what I wanted to ask you.

You tricked me.

Are they really worth a lot?

This Fernando Gallego yes.

You won't complain about your commission.

You know that there are things that
matter to me much more than commissions.

-Anyone home?

There they are.

- Have you brought the mules?
- Yes, they're outside.

Fine.

-Holy Mother of God.

You have enough here to fill a church.

What are you waiting for?
Take everthing that you see.

But... this is worth more
than what you're paying us.

What do you mean?

That maybe you should leave and
we'll take it for our own benefit.

Don't be stupid.

He called me stupid.

No man has ever lived
to boast of insulting me.

- Murderer.
- It would be best if you left

if you don't want to end up like him.

Come on, let's leave, quickly.

And what will we do with all this?

I have gold enough to spare
without taking this junk.

How did you figure out I was alive?

They've been calling me
from your old phone.

My phone?

- But I lost it in...
- Someone's found it.

and they've come looking for you here.

- Two men and a woman.
- Mmhmm.

- Help me find them, Lola.
- I'm doing just that

so I can turn you over to them.

- I can give you whatever you want.
- Shut up.

You want to change history
to benefit yourself

and I'm not going to let you.

You travel in time
to deal your antiques.

- I do it to remain free.
- No.

You do it to continue
robbing people.

If I don't rob them, another will.

There have been and will always be
the poor and the rich.

- and I don't want to be one of the former.
- That's always been clear to me.

And what's always been clear to me
is that you are no more

than a shoddy revolutionary.

Right now everyone dreams that
the rebels will free them from all this,

but you and I know that isn't so,

that within one year, in Villalar

they'll cut off the heads
of Padilla, Bravo and Maldonado.

Huh?

Come on, Lola.

March.

-Come on, "inside".

- Ow.
- What a brute.

This is no way to treat a lady...

- A slut, you mean.
- Shut up, imbecile.

How can you confuse
a whore with a lady?

He's right.

What lady would spend the night in here?

Er... I don't know.

But your soft hands
give you away.

Ah.

For what unjust reason
have you been jailed?

You first.

For mocking the King
and the magistrate.

Well then, we're here for the same thing.

Do you know what
they'll do with us?

You thought that I wouldn't come back.

Trully, I didn't.

Look.

They're for the cough. Here.

And the syrup too. Drink a little.

Drink.

No agent left behind.

None.

Wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up.
What? What's happening?

A cart is leaving for Seville
at mid-morning,

they say with the prisoners
from last night.

Surely Lázaro is in there.
And why are they going to Seville?

They're taking them to the Indies.
We have to stop them.

Yes, but how?

Let me see.

Show me the route
that the cart will take.

Thank you.

We've saved the lives of
Lope de Vega, El Empecinado...

In short, people whose lives
and works are known.

And?

Now we're going to save someone
who everyone thinks

is the product of an
author's imagination.

It's as if you told me I was going
to rescue Batman and Robin.

And who are they?
Here they come.

Stop!
Woah.

Your journey has ended.

Kill those fools.

Don't move or you're a dead man.

Get down off the cart.

The keys.

On the ground. Face down.

You are free.

Where is Lázaro?
The magistrate has him locked up.

Bad break.

Come out. Don't be afraid.

We aren't highway robbers.

I know.

Just what we needed.

What?

Lola Mendieta again?

Of course, now we know
who helped Díaz Bueno escape

and also become magistrate.

Since that man is a blockhead

who knows less than a child in
Sunday school.

She says she came here
to bring him to 2015.

Don't believe her. That women is a bigger
liar that Judas on Holy Week.

Bring her to the Ministry
immediately.

We have another problem,
saving the life of Lazarillo de Tormes.

Lazarillo de Tormes is real?

But... But that's impossible.

That's what I thought, too,
but I swear to you it's him.

He told us the story of what happened
on the Roman bridge in Salamanca

and that his father died
in the Battle of Gelves.

Our literature wouldn't be
the same without Lazarillo.

No, no, that's true.

I swear I only believe it
because I'm hearing it from you.

What are our orders?

Go to the door in the chapel.

Ernesto will be there
to bring back Lola Mendieta.

Then you will
continue with the mission.

So be it.

It would be best if you leave immediately.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

But who has humiliated you
in this manner?

-They were two men and a women.

One of them had a small...

arquebus I've never seen before.

Not just cowards, liars too.

Wait.

Do you know where they were headed?

No, but wherever they went

they took the woman
who was in the cart.

It seemed like they knew her.

They were also looking for someone
among the prisoners, one Lázaro.

Leave.

What are your orders?

Send for the scribes right away.

They want to find
their friend, the comedian.

Well, they'll find him.

And we'll find them.

You're making a mistake.

I was going to turn over Díaz Bueno,
I swear.

You always say the same thing,
that you help innocent people,

that the Ministry
does nothing for the past.

Because that's the truth.
As true

as the fact that you brought
that bastard Díaz Bueno here.

It was your telephone
we were calling, right?

Yes. Bringing that man here

was a mistake I'll always regret.

I advise you not to
speak with prisoners

especially not with this
opportunist who seeks to ensnare us.

I'm an opportunist?

If I were an opportunist, I could
tell you things about your future

and get whatever I wanted.
Neither future nor past.

She only knows half the story

and she wants us to believe
she can tell the whole thing.

Is that what you think?

And do you think that too, Amelia?

Don't even answer her.

The chapel is close now. Let's go.

Where's the confessional?

It seems like you
are going to need me after all.

Does Díaz Bueno know about this door?
No, I brought him through another.

An unofficial door.
But, who could have taken it?

-Stop, stop.

My back is breaking.

Mine too.

But if we don't take
this confessional to the lodge,

the elders will tar and feather us.

Stealing a confessional.
I've never done anything so stupid.

I hate hazing.

Well, at least the chapel
wasn't haunted like they said.

Witchcraft does not exist.

It is just tricks to fool idiots.

I am going to pee.

I said that
the confessional was too heavy.

Relax. Relax, eh?
I can explain.

Don't be scared.

Still don't believe
in spells and witchcraft?

Everything has an explanation
in science and study.

Are you crazy? Are you going inside?

Good afternoon.

Are you going to talk to him or not?

Shit, tell him. Use your head.

Or horns. Look at me. Two days
off just in time for Carnival.

Fun, fun, super fun.

- What did you see?
- Hell itself.

We should burn him
and destroy the confessional.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Here.

They must have put it down
to rest.

Yes?

An alarm. Door 598
has disappeared from our map.

What's happening?

What...? They stole it?

No, I'm afraid it's something much worse

and that Ernesto's
life is in danger.

Find him. Priority one.

Just what I need.

We're alone. The door has
disappeared from the Ministry.

But Ernesto was coming through there.
They haven't heard from him.

Hey, Do you..? Do you smell smoke?

Yes, you're right.

And it's coming from there.

It's an honor to have you here,
Mrs. Torres.

Don't be a hypocrite. You'd be happier to
see a hemorrhoid.

Please, don't take it the wrong way.

I care very much for
my hemorrhoids.

And to what do we owe this visit?

As the liaison between
the government and this Ministry,

I'm here to request the
immediate release of this man.

The US Ambassador
demands his immediate return.

- And how does he know that we have him?
- The Internet.

You typed "Paul Walcott"
in the search engine

and alarms sounded
in some Washington office.

It wasn't hard for them to trace your IP.

They know all of our secrets

and we don't know theirs.

To think that at one time
we were an empire...

- Times change,
and almost never for the better.

You know that better than anyone.

But that man
was just about to make it

so that "Guernica"
wouldn't be in the National Museum.

But there it is.

- Good work. I congratulate you.
- I didn't know...

I'm sorry. Orders from above.

I love that phrase.
It saves so many explanations...

And what will we do
if Walcott or another like him

tries to interfere with history?

Do what you have to do,
but don't leave any evidence.

That way you'll save me
from having to visit you again.

Get away from that man!

It is not a man.
It is a devil that's come out of there.

Now we know why the door
has disappeared in the Ministry.

Are you also demons?
Yes, and of the worst kind.

You have a certain propensity
for bonfires, Ernesto.

Yes, it must be genetic.

Cut here. Here.

How are we going to get back now?

Through my door?

In exchange for what?

My freedom.

I don't trust her.
Do we have an alternative?

No.

Why does everything have to be
so complicated?

"Swift and certain punishment
for Lázaro de Tormes."

It's a euphemism.
They'll cut off his head.

We have to stop it.
I don't know how.

The magistrate isn't stupid, no.

He's chosen the 12th of February
as the date of execution.

What happens on that date?

It's the day that the friars
from San Esteban,

Augustinian and Franciscan, will go to the
plaza and read our complaints to the King.

Now we won't be able to do it.

When I read the Bible,

I long for the God that intervened
in the lives of men.

When there was no food for a wedding,
he multiplied the bread and fishes,

when the pharaoh pursued
Moses and his people

he opened a path through the sea
so they could pass,

when Saul was going to Damascus
to kill Christians

lightning struck,
he fell from his horse...

and he became an apostle.

That is what comes from confusing
fiction and reality.

Like with Lázaro?

Would you like to tell me
what you are talking about?

And why not?

Tomorrow go and make your
complaints to the magistrate.

That will be a big help.

Now let us rest.
It's been a long day.

You deserve it.

That bastard hasn't scheduled
Lázaro's execution

to avoid chatting with
the friars.

Lázaro is bait,
a trap so they can arrest us all.

Not only that. It's a show
to demonstrate their power.

Well if it's show he wants,
he'll get it.

What are you working on, Julián?
A miracle.

But to pull it off
I need your door.

And I need it now.

Come in.

How did you get here?
Through Lola's door.

And your teammates?
Fine, but there's no time.

I need your help.

Silence!

Silence!

The law is about to be carried out.

Therefore today, the people of Salamanca
will bear witness to what happens

to those who speak against the King
or me, in word or deed.

Will you say a few last words

and so die with honor?

I will not die with honor
because I have never had any.

When you kill me
you will only take away my life.

That is the only thing I have.

It is time.

Wait!

-Who are you?

One who represents all
the Salamancan friars.

Then pray for the soul
of this wretch.

We came come to present to you
our grievances.

- And that is what we will do.
- And is there not a better moment

- to do that?
- No.

We ask that the King
not take Castile's money

- out of Castile.
- That's it.

- Well said.
- That he does not give power

- to foreigners.
- You ask for much, upon my soul.

- Not as much as you, who triples
our taxes by force.

I triple them by the grace of God.

Seize this loud-mouthed friar.

A respectable friar knows
that the King's power comes from God,

and I represent the King.
No one can argue that.

Yes, there is someone
who can argue it.

God himself.

Well, another enlightened one.

It's one of them.

This one won't escape again.

But keep watch, there are
still two more and Lola.

Come up here

and show us all how God can
debate this subject with us.

You say that Lázaro is guilty

and the people here say
that the guilty one is you.

The way to know the truth
is very easy:

let God decide.
How?

The same way as with St Paul.

Invisible lightning
will descend from the sky

and strike down with its divine power
the true culprit.

Nonsense. Don't you think that God
has more important things

to worry abo...?

- Oh! Miracle.
- Miracle!

Miracle!

Miracle!

God has spoken.

God... God has spoken!

God has spoken!

God has spoken.

Let's go. There's no time to lose.

You should be more careful
from now on.

I will be.

I will leave the stage
and return to my old life,

I have never known anything more dangerous
than being a comic.

Do you know how to write?
No, I do not.

You could tell your life
to someone who knows.

It would surely be
an exciting novel.

Who would be interested
in my adventures?

Me, without a doubt.

Where will you go now?
To Toledo, with Friar Juan.

We will both be safer there.

Good luck.
You too.

And Díaz Bueno?

Sleeping like an angel.

That dart must have a
powerful tranquilizer.

Enough to put down a bear, to be exact.
And what will you do with me?

I already know where the door is,
so...

We could wait here half an hour.

Half an hour. Not one minute more.

Good enough.

You're going to let her go?

The Ministry
always keeps its word.

I don't understand. In war
you don't free an enemy

unless they give you something in exchange.

Has he given us something?

You want more from me?
Yes.

That you don't punish yourself
for what happened.

I don't.

And you?

I've been punishing myself for many things
for a long time, Irene.

Look, there he is.

I would like to push him into
the well down the stairs.

Damn, it's unfair.

They're... orders from above.

I don't understand how this man
can go free

and Leiva is still in that
vile medieval castle.

I'm not saying he shouldn't be punished,
but he deserves some dignity.

Tomorrow I'll personally see that he's
moved to a better place.

After all this, I think that the moment
to break the rules has arrived...

just this once.

I've brought your food, Leiva.

You could at least get up.

Leiva?

Leiva!

Good work. You've solved
not just one problem, but two.

That's what miracle are for.
Mmhmm.

By the way, great idea

about the tranquilizer darts,
Mr. Martínez.

I watch
a lot of nature documentaries.

And Díaz Bueno?
Locked up in a psych ward.

He insists on continuing to proclaim
that he's the magistrate of Salamanca.

They say that children and the insane
never lie.

There's one thing I don't understand.

If Lazarillo dictated his life,
why don't we appear?

Well, you did, but we couldn't
allow what really happened

to be known, so...
We censured it.

What else could we do?
It's a shame that you didn't censure

the whole book.
No, please, not again.

I've obtained the chapter
in which Lázaro talks about you.

Of course, it can't
leave the Ministry.

But you'll like it, I'm sure.

"On a trip to Salamanca"

I had the good fortune
to meet three friends.

Their names were Alonso,
Julián and the lovely Amelia,

a woman who could light up the night
with her gaze".

My God, what mush.

"They say that the exception proves
the rule and that was so,."

In a Castile
without honor or dignity

they had an abundance of both".
That I like.

There's one thing I don't understand.

If Lazarillo was real, why
was the author unknown?

It's a mystery we'll never solve.
There's an even bigger mystery

I can't get out of my head.
What?

Would it have been written
if you hadn't told Lázaro

that his life would make a good novel?

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

I have thought about what the lovely
Amelia told me,

about writing a novel about my life.

It is a shame I do not know how to write.

If you like,
you could dictate your life to me.

- You would do that for me?
- Well of course.

And you would not have to pay me
fot my work as a writer.

Ah, but if you write it,
you sign it.

Later we'll split the earnings.

- Earnings.
- Yes.

I have never known an author
who lives off his writings.

Besides, I am very comfortable
with anonymity.

Why?

If a lot of people read it, it could
be our moment of glory, right?

If this book
tells of our adventures,

it won't exactly be "Amadís",
my friend.

More like a picture
of this miserable Spain,

that needs to change soon.

And the King and the
inquisitors won't like that.

Then say no more.

My book shall be
by an anonymous author.

So be it.