Original subtitles

It's time to present to you the incredible man with the x-ray eyes.

My esteemed son, Joaquín María Argamasilla.

But, since when is this Ministry interested in magicians?

Since this magician in a Ministry agent.

Do you really think what's-his-face has powers?

Your mission is to stop the Ministry of Time

from becoming property of the USA and FBI.

I've just heard the news,

the great Houdini has challanged him to demonstrate his powers.

America.

There's so much to discover in this city.

No, no, no me Spanish. Mucho Spanish.

Ernesto.

I need to speak with you.

Susana Torres is working with Darrow.

She gave Irene the order to set me free and

she put me in contact with them.

Why did you suspect her?

Her lifestyle.

A subsecretary's salary isn't enough for all that.

This must be hard for you.

I don't understand at all. Houdini congratulatedme and want to keep working with me.

We have no escape.

We have one. Houdini.

And how do you plan to convince him?

By offering him what he wants most in this world.

Rosabelle believe

Looks like you need my help now.

Don't make this more difficult, please.

If you think that I'm not going to enjoy this moment,

you don't know me at all.

You're a traitor.

How could you colaborate with Darrow?

You don't understand, Irene.

If I don't take the commission, someone else will.

Do you know the difference?

We haven't caught someone else, we've caught you.

Congratuations.

You've finally gotten what you wanted.

There's an official car and driver waiting outside.

Thank you.

I'd rather take the metro.

Yes, it's me again.

Listen carefully, we don't have much time.

They know where you are, so you have to leave there immediately.

I can't do anything else for you.

They're forcing me out.

Medic, quickly!

Help me, please!

Medic!

Hurry!

Please, a medic!

I'm bleeding out!

Help me, please!

A medic, please!

Private, organize the troops for a retreat.

At your orders, captain.

Gentlemen! We have to get out of here

before those fucking yankees arrive.

Help here, please.

I can't move.

Cover the flanks!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, come on, run, someone!

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A Time of Brave Men

My kingdom for a flashlight.

- What? - Nothing, talking to myself.

Do your feet fall asleep?

I can barely walk 100 meters.

Vomiting?

I have fucking beriberi, right?

I screw everything up.

Change your diet and you can recover.

Well just let me know which restaurant you're taking me to

because here... I haven't seen any.

I'll be back later, ok?

- Not having a good day, Julián? - Who can, here?

Cuba, the Phillipeans, they talk about the great Spanish Empire,

at least they could feed their soldiers a decent meal.

I've seen more men die from fever and beriberi

than from enemy bullets.

- I'm going to hand out the mail. - Very good.

At home no one wants to listen to the missus

but here everyone's dying to get a letter.

A medic, quickly!

Another one about to leave us. See you later.

A cannon blew up a blockade next to him.

The splinters have caused mutiple lesions

and severe trauma to the thorax.

He can't breath, we have to intubate him. A tube.

Tube.

Shit.

What should we do?

Another tube, quickly.

- What are you doing? - His lungs are collapsed.

We have to take the air out another way.

Tube.

Hell, are you a medic or a mechanic?

- What happened? - Multiple tramas

and lacerations and cuts to the thorax. I intubated him,

but his respiration didn't improve, so...

Nothing, I just made a small incision in the pleura.

Where did you get such an idea?

I saw an American doctor do it once in Madrid.

Doctor House.

- I thought it might work. - It seems like it has,

- Good work. - Thank you.

Gentlemen, find him a bed, he's not out of danger yet.

If this isn't a joke, it sure seems like one.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I asked you for a file on the last year of Ministry activities

and you sent me 18 pages

full of unitemized receipts and incomplete mission reports.

I'll say it again, Martí, let's see if you understand this time.

You hav 48 hours to put this disaster in order.

Marisa, what are you doing here?

Ask your boss.

- Please. - Thank you.

- Bad news, right? - Always is.

The Prime Minister's office is ordering

an audit of our accounts and an inspction.

All this juggling of subsecretaries has brought us to their attention.

- Should I bring you a coffee, boss? - Better make in a linden tea.

Ernesto, tell me. That woman and you...

No, it's a long story.

Is there anything you could do to get her to relax a little?

More likely the opposite.

Well then our only option is to organize all this.

That's true. If that women wants the accounts straight

we'll do it like el Gran Capitán. So she better be ready for them.

Remember all the work we had in 1506 with that guy?

They requested extra employees from all the time periods

to go over Gonzalo Fernández de Córdoba's accounts.

- King Fernando was so pissed off. - More or less like I am.

We have to let the administration and the agents know,

assign them tasks, reports, budgets, the catalog of doors,

everyone gets to work now.

If the higher-ups want to know the volume of this Ministry's work

they're going to find out now, and along the way we'll find out, too.

As my loving wife would say,

"Salva, you are talented, but when it comes to disorder

there's no one better."

Is it that bad?

This is just the opinion of one doctor.

If it's his opinion, tell me.

If I die, it won't be from hearing it.

You're not out of danger yet.

The impact has displaced your sternum

and it's putting a lot of pressure on your lungs.

The tube I put in helped, but it's not enough.

You did that.

Yes.

The doctor told me that... if it hadn't been for that trick,

I would have died on the table.

So, thank you.

Can I ask you for another favor?

If you tell me about yourself.

I'm Julián.

- Rafael. - Go on, Rafael.

In my bag...

In my bag, there's a necklace,

a cameo that was my grandmother's, God rest her soul.

I would like it if...

well...

if someone were to have it,

but I won't be able to give it to her in person, I fear.

Her?

Sorry for the intrusion, but I saw it when I collected your things.

Her name is María.

- She's beautiful, right? - Very.

She's the only reason

that this hellhole has been worth it.

When you meet someone like that, who...

well...

who makes everything that happens to you

better,

your life stops being yours alone

and starts to belong a little bit to her.

Do you understand what I mean?

Perfectly.

Then you have to promise me

that you'll make sure this necklace reaches her

when...

when you can.

I would love to, but surely you'll be able to do it yourself.

Just in case.

I promise.

We aided the resistance in Numancia,

assured that Napoleon lost in Bailén

and they're punishing us for a badly written report.

In Spain, if you aren't a footballer, it doesn't matter how much you do for your country.

Not even then, ask Cardeñosa.

Come in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Listen to me carefully.

You're facing the most difficult mission

that you've gone up against yet.

Eh... an inspection of your work.

An inspection, what is that?

The prime minister's office wants to supervise the Ministry

and assure that everything is working as it should.

- Is it not? - Yes, but lately it's

been too chaotic to prove it.

We have to have everything squeaky clean.

If you think that I am going to pick up a mop and clean

- you are very mistaken. - Oh, my friend... Alonso, son,

I see your struggle with euphanisms hasn't improved.

I'm talking about going over what's been done up until now

- and correcting any possible errors. - You mean, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.

- Nothing but excitement and adventure. - Don't get too disappointed just yet.

As the team leader, Amelia will be in charge of reports.

You two will make note of newly appeared doors,

catalog them, traveling through and taking note of place and time.

It's not fair that they get to travel while I do paperwork.

But you are the ideal person for that kind of work.

How do we manage to keep the history of Spain in order

if we are incapable of finding a single receipt.

Don't get frustrated. There are five centuries of files.

- It's not an easy job. - Less so when you keep

finding Velazquez's doodles everywhere.

Yes.

Is something wrong?

I think that this is for you.

Then it would be best if I see it.

"My dearest Ernesto: How are you?

I hope that everything is going as well as possible.

You might be surprised that I'm writing you after so much time,

but there's something that I have to tell you.

In fact, it's something that I should have told you a long time ago.

I hope that someday you can forgive me,

although I doubt you will when you find out...

that you have a son

and that I haven't been able to tell you about him all this time."

How far did you read, Angustias?

Well, only up to the part about you having a secret son.

Yeah.

Well, it doesn't...

It doesn't have a signature or date.

We have to keep looking, there must be something, I don't know,

an envelope, a tracking slip.

Help me, please.

- When did it happen? - A few hours ago.

Do you mind if I take charge of his things.

No, of course, if you want.

I'm off, Julián. Let's see if you get a letter next time.

Miguel, do you know the way to Baler?

Of course.

I don't go precisely there, but I pass close by.

Nothing. I don't know who wrote to me or when.

I know absolutely nothing.

Well, now you know you have a son.

Or rather, we both know it.

Angustias, I expect your maximum discretion.

I won't say anything even if I'm tortured.

Good.

- Hey, Miguel, is the whole way like this? - Well, more or less.

If we make good time and nothing happens to us,

- we'll be there in two days. - What could happen to us?

That I can think of, we might run into an enemy patrol

or get bitten by some vermin and have to go back.

- A vermin? What's that? - A snake, come on.

Or we could get caught in a storm.

The rain in Spain might be wonderful

but here, it starts to fall and doesn't stop for three days.

Relax, nothing has to happen.

Let's go.

The sooner the better, believe me.

- Is that from your first mission? - No, my second,

- when we saved Lope de Vega. - Ah.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with missing your past

and the people who were in it.

But you have to look forward.

If you don't, you sour the present, I know by experience.

I would love to be traveling through the doors

and let them do the paperwork.

Do you want to destroy this Ministry for good?

- Hello. - Hello.

- How did it go? - Where did you go?

Well, 1930, a class at the University of Salamanca.

Did it not seem strange to you that the studnts laughed

when the teacher started class by saying: "As we were saying yesterday"?

That was Unamuno's first class after his exile.

Miguel de Unamuno,

one of the most important Spanish authors.

Primo de Rivera exiled him for six years

after he criticised his government and the king.

If he was a bad patriot, he deserved it.

Unamuno wanted an more just and free Spain for everyone.

Is that being a bad patriot?

Six years later he returned to Spain, and to teaching,

and he began with that phrase, paying homage to Fray Luis de Leon

who had done the same exactly 400 years earlier

That's why the students laughed.

- Ah, ok, that's why. - That is why.

It's incredible, you experienced a historic moment and you didn't appreciate it at all.

- I'm getting something to eat, want anything? - I'd rather go with you.

- Do you have a sharp knife? - In my bag.

Shit.

I've been looking for a girl for you and all this time you've been married, you dog.

What the hell are you doing with that?

Hey, I saw it by accident.

You don't have to get all worked up.

- What's her name? - Amelia.

Her name is Amelia.

She's very pretty, if you don't mind me saying so.

I don't mind, she is.

And the smartest person I've ever met.

You miss her, I can see it.

Look, I'm going to show you my princess, too.

Let's see.

What... what a woman, what a woman.

Congratulations.

We are lucky men, Julián.

There's nothing worse in this world

than not having anyone to share your joys and sorrows with.

Yes.

I guess so.

MISSION: LOPE de VEGA Lisbon, 1588 CONFIDENTIAL

A bastard is a bastard,

in the 16th or the 21st century, and a fool, the same.

Are you calling me a fool? Me?

Yes, you, Amelia I'm calling you a fool.

Get knocked up, go on, get pregnant and let's see how you explain that.

The father is Lope de Vega, come on, man.

If you say that in your time, they'll send you to a convent

and if you say it in mine, to a psychiatric ward.

Is everything ok?

Yes.

Well, let's just say that going through all these papers

- has brought back memories of the past. - Nostalgia is a liar.

It doesn't mean anything, you must know that after all this time.

No, it's not nostalgia. Things that need to be resolved.

Would you like a coffee?

Thank you, later, another time.

All the Ministry employees

have been working without stop since you were last here.

You'll be satisfied with the result.

You don't have to convince me.

These are the auditors in charge of the process.

Let me introduce Salvador Martí,

- Ministry subsecretary. - Nice to meet you.

Let me find you a place where you can work comfortably. Come in.

I would like it if they work in this very office.

In my office? Ah, of course, yes.

Excuse me.

While we look for a place to set you up,

Ernesto will accompany you around the Ministry

and clarify any doubts that you might have.

I'm leaving everything in your hands, then. See you.

Marisa, would you mind if we spoke before you leave?

I have a lot to do, Ernesto.

Of course, but it would just be a second, while we had a coffee.

- Coffee. - Yes.

It's not even 9am and they want a coffee.

That why we government employees are famous for...

not...

Well..

It's been a while since we've seen each other, huh?

And... you. How are you? How has life been treating you?

Get to the point, please, Ernesto.

Damn.

I see that time hasn't softened your character.

Before I met you I was less harsh.

That's what my mother always said.

What do you want from me?

You see...

I found a letter adressed to me

that someone sent to the Ministry a while ago.

In it...

they say that..

well, that... that I have a son.

And I wanted to know if...

If I'm the mother of a little Ernesto.

Well no, I'm not.

I didn't take you for a ladies man that has to go from girlfriend to girlfriend asking that.

Please, you know I'm not like that.

I never really knew you at all.

Well, no problems, there it is, Baler.

- But it's just 4 huts. - And a church.

Follow this path straight and you'll come to a bridge.

Cross it and in 5 minutes you'll be there, you can't miss it.

Very good. Thank you, Miguel.

No, thank you for the company.

- Safe travels. - You too.

Watch out for the vermin.

Good God, in this century either time goes more quickly

or I walk more slowly.

Eviction Equals Death!

Rescue for the banks, eviction for the poor!

Rescue for the banks, eviction for the poor!

Eviction equals Death!

Eviction equals Death!

Would you mind telling me what all this commotion is about?

They're trying to evict an elderly woman from her house.

All these people against a poor old woman?

- They have lost their minds. - They want to stop it.

- What world are you living in? - Various.

And all of them unfair, by what I see.

Eviction equals death!

Eviction equals death!

Eviction for the poor, Rescue for the banks!

Eviction for the poor... - Friends, friends

we will not abandon Josafina. We will stop this eviction.

We will not be moved!

We will

not be moved!

We will

not be moved!

We will

not be moved!

We will

not be moved!

We will

not be moved!

- Come on, go home! - What are you doing? Let me go!

Come on, let's go!

- Come on, come on! - Let her go, you son of a bitch.

What poor excuses for men!

- Leave him alone! - You're going to kill him!

- Jackasses! You are asses! - Savages, let him go!

- I'll come to the station. What's your name? - Alonso de Entrerríos.

- My name is... - Blanca.

No, I'm Elena, Elena Castillo.

And I'm Josefina Pérez, young man.

Don't resist...

Do you want more? Do you want more?

We will not be moved!

We will not be moved!

If you try anthing stupid I'll shave you with this.

Put your hands up.

Calm down, I'm not armed.

Too bad for you.

And now you're going to tell me who the hell you are.

Have you seen Alonso?

For hours I've not seen anything except black on white.

- Don't you live together? - Yes.

But it's just that I didn't sleep at home today.

Last night I met a chick, we had a few drinks

- and one thing let to another... - I'm not interested.

Well since Alonso hasn't shown up

I'll have to do the doors alone.

You could come with me.

- Me? - Yep.

I shouldn't, I have a lot of work to do.

Maybe if you didn't always do what should be done...

you wouldn't have gotten stuck here, sick to death of filling out forms.

Hey.

One little door.

Come on.

After all, what's the worst that could happen?

The black death in 1348, the comunero war,

the carlist wars, the bombing of the Guernica.

- You don't look so good. Something wrong? - Yeah.

I was living quite happily in ignorance.

Ignorance is the source of human stupidity.

And knowledge, the source of suffering.

That is to say, smart people suffer more than stupid ones.

That's what I think, not being very intelligent myself, you know?

- You're right about that. - That I'm not very intelligent.

No, the other thing. You always get me in trouble.

Here it is.

Well this goes like this.

Where are we?

How should I know?

Can you imagine if we've traveled to the beginning of time

and the Earth doesn't exist? It would be totally awesome.

Stop talking nonsense and give me that.

What's that?

The proceedure.

First we record with that without being seen,

we find out where and when we are

and we dress for the occasion.

- What's that? - A hallway with time doors.

- Are there doors that go to the Ministry? - Mmhm.

- What a let down. - Quite the contrary.

They're very useful, we could use more.

We need to find out what time period we're in.

Well, let's go in and ask.

- Dressed like this? - Sure. Come on.

We have to be subtle

- or they'll take us for intruders. - Yep.

Pacino!

I am a man with my own hair. I do not need wigs.

You look fantastic.

This time period really suits you.

Thank you.

- What's up? Just getting back from a mission? - Yeah.

How elegant, yeah?

- We're going to see the Count of Aranda. - Damn, like the street.

That's the one.

- See you. - See you.

That Julián seems like a cool guy.

With your permission, my captain. I say we lock him up

and leave him two days without water.

- He'll talk then. - Don't be an animal, Lieutenant.

That's not how we treat a compatriot.

He could be a traitor and have dealings with the natives.

What if he's bringing them plans or instructions?

Did you find anything like that among his things?

No, my captain. We found this.

And what is that supposed to be?

It's a sphygmomanometer. It's for measuring blood pressure.

I've told you I'm a medic.

I don't like this at all, captain.

Good afternoon.

Doctor Vigil, just in time.

This man here is a medic, recently arrived from Manila.

He just showed up out of nowhere and he won't tell us what he's doing here.

I've told you that it's a private matter.

But if you must know...

With your permission.

I've come to give this cameo to a native woman here.

The other day a soldier died, Rafael Ríos,

and on his deathbed...

I promised him I would do it.

Don't be ridiculous.

I hope you don't expect us to believe that story.

What hospital do you work in?

In the Arroceros Military Hospital, but they're transferring me to Cañacao,

by the bay.

- What he's saying makes sense. - That doesn't mean anything.

He would have a story prepared.

Just because he's a spy doesn't mean he's an idiot.

Listen, I don't want to cause any problems.

I'll just do what I came to do and tomorrow I'll leave, first thing.

A medic could be useful to us, even if it's only for a few hours.

Your men could use a check-up.

Why don't you do it yourself, Doctor?

Ever since we've arrived I've only seen you wander around.

There are many soldiers and only one doctor.

I have to wander around from patient to patient.

You decide, Captain.

I don't need you to remind me, Lieutenant.

You can stay until tomorrow. Toca, show him the barracks.

Thank you.

You're missing two accent marks on "Julían Martínez".

- Proper nouns don't get accents. - They do now.

The computers have spell check, by the way.

I can't believe you're still mad.

Your orders were to identify the door, not to interfere.

Fine, I just wanted to say hi.

I guess seeing Julián like that, all of a sudden...

- Well, it seemed like you were good friends. - We were.

Yeah.

Amelia, I don't want you to be annoyed.

Look what I bought.

- Check it out. - "Stories to Keep You Awake"

by Chicho Ibáñez Serrador, a genius.

Do you know what the best part about living in 2016 is?

That you can buy tv shows from my time, and those were the real deal,

not like the ones from today.

Wanna come over and watch it?

Irene says that now the thing to do is watch a few episodes in one sitting.

C'mon, come over and we'll do something modern.

I'll make popcorn.

What is that?

You'll have to come over to find out.

At 9:00?

Fine, at 9:00.

- Are you looking for the native woman? - Yes.

This isn't a big place.

If you need help, I could serve as a guide.

It must be true that you like to wander.

As much as Lieutenant Martín Cerezo likes to look down on everyone.

That's the one who wanted to lock me up?

Lucky for you and all of us,

Captain Las Morenas is in charge.

He's a more reasonable man.

I'm Julían.

Doctor Rogelio Vigil.

Nice to meet you.

- Have you worked in Manila? - Yes.

A year ago. That's how long I've been here.

- That long? - Just me.

The troops arrived a few weeks ago to take control of the area.

And I hope that they don't stay too long.

We barely have any supplies or provisions left.

Good morning, Doctor.

The feet still "hurting".

Have you been drinking alcohol again?

Just a little bit

Julián, Alejo is the teacher in Baler.

- Hello. - Alejo has gout,

but he won't follow my instructions.

- And we can't get better like that, Alejo. - Just a little.

I know you, Alejo.

By they way, if you're looking for someone, he's your man.

He knows everyone.

I'm looking for her.

Do you know who she is?

María?

I'm here on Rafael's behalf.

He said that if anyone in the world should have it, it was you.

It's beautiful.

- Thank you so much. - No reason for thanks.

Did you come here from Manila just for this?

I made a promise.

All men do that,

but very few keep them.

I guess I'm one of those few.

Rafael was also.

The best man I've ever met.

And he was a Spaniard.

Well, Maria, I have to go.

I wish you well.

- Are you returning to Spain? - No, no. Not yet.

If you have a wife waiting for you there,

do not stay too long, do not make her suffer.

Boss.

By the look on your face, I forsee problems, Angustias,

and I don't want any more until I finish with all this.

I fear it can't wait.

Alonso just called from the police station,

they detained him at an anti-eviction demonstration.

What? But, can someone tell me what the hell Alonso was doing at a demonstration?

Do you want me to use the usual methods to get him out?

Don't even think it. This can't go beyond this room.

If Marisa hears about it, we're all as good as fired.

- What should we do? - I'll take care of it personally.

- Here's the file on that door... - Pacino, I need a favor.

- Sure thing. What kind of favor? - Go find Alonso.

Angustias, connect me with the Ministry of the Interior.

They owe me a favor and they're going to pay up. Let's go.

Are you ok?

I feel as though I am dreaming, if you wish me to be truthful.

Well, that must be from the beating that they gave you.

- Have you seen a doctor? - No, it is not that, I assure you.

Fine, let's see. You'll have to spend the night here,

but they can't hold you any longer.

You'll have to pay restitution,

but don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. I'm a lawyer.

Restitution? What kind of torture is that?

A fine.

A fine?

In another time,

for assulting a sheriff they could send to you to row on a galley.

You talk a little strangely, you know?

Alonso de Entrerrios.

- You're free to go? - Free?

- and without charges.

Uh...

Thank you very much for everything.

Anyway, you can call me if you need me.

- Ah. - Can I have your number?

I do not have one of these.

- Well, just write it down here. - Yes.

Goodbye.

Only you would get involved in a demonstration

and brawl with the cops, c'mon.

It is just... Just... Just...

The boss is super happy, you know.

I am sorry. I was posessed by a fury I have never felt. I do not know.

You might have felt even more.

If it were in my time, the cops would beat the shit out of you.

By what I have seen, your time is not that much different than this one.

- And to top it off you called a laywer? - No, no.

I did not call anyone. She came on her own.

It is just that, if I explain it to you, you will not believe me.

After all I've seen I'll believe anything.

That lawyer, Elena, is exactly the same as my wife, Blanca.

You mean they look a lot alike.

No, they do not look alike.

It is her, only it can not be her. More than 400 years have passed.

Maybe she can time-travel, too.

No, she would have recognised me.

Well it could be a coincidence, yeah?

Or witchcraft.

Are you expecting someone?

Another of your lovers.

Probably not.

All thanks to you, my good friend.

- Where were you? - Well he was in bed, because...

Well, something he ate didn't sit well with him.

As a matter of fact, he was going to lay back down, right?

- You aren't going to stay and watch the show? - What show?

If it were up to me, you wouldn't eat even one grain of rice.

So you should consider yourself lucky.

So you know how to read...

Are you going to report me for that, too?

I'm sorry, but when someone new shows up here,

it usually isn't for a good reason.

I'm Vicente González Toca.

Julián Martínez.

If you want, when I finish I can lend you it.

No, God hasn't blessed me with learning to read.

- But if you know how to read, you can write. - Yes, of course.

It would be nice, to be able to send a letter to my girlfriend in Spain,

if you wouldn't mind.

Do you have paper and pencil?

"And take care with what the children eat, you know how they are."

- It's just that I'm a cook, you know? - Mmhm.

And if I'm not watching them, well...

Well, my wife is a good mother, yeah?

But in the kitchen, I don't really... like her to go in there.

And what is a cook from Prat de Llobregat doing here,

- in the armpit of the world? - Well... nothing.

Slaving over a stove didn't pay enough to buy a substitute and...

When times are tough, you do what you have to.

And you?

Don't waste his time, Lafarga, he has a lot of work to do.

No one else knows how to write?

Busquets, the other Catalan,

but he was born tired, the bastard.

Here, to build up your strength.

It looks disgusting, but it's really good, yeah?

Trust me, I mean, I cooked it myself.

I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had cooked it.

Don't worry about it. If I got annoyed

every time these guys laughed at my food...

- Well then? Is it done? - It's done.

It's done. Here.

"Moltes gràcies", as we say where I'm from.

- Take it easy. - Thanks.

"Aren't you listening?

With nothing.

What are you saying?

To end up with nothing,

when we have...

when we have the whole world there inside?"

What an atrocity.

And that can happen if you watch too much television?

No. It's a fable that teaches about the dangers

- of confusing reality with fiction. - Yeah, like how machines

can mess with your head. This show is the bomb, it's...

- It makes you think. - Too much, I would say.

Is something wrong?

Do you want something?

I... I'll take more of this popcorn.

Ah, popcorn. Me too.

Pacino, go make some, I can not understand the microwave.

"...toward the boy's room.

- Whose footsteps? - You didn't even see a shadow?

He wore...

He wore a low-brimmed hat..."

There you go, this one's done.

- Thank you, friend. - You're welcome.

God bless you.

Aren't you going to sign it? It would make your Lolí happy.

Yes, that's true.

You know I've never signed anything in my life?

Make a cross. You can do that, right?

Anything else, no, but a cross...

That will really make Loli happy.

It looks good, right?

It's perfect.

One step closer to learning to write. Right.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- "Fun... - Fun...

Once there was...

a circus that always made people happy..."

Little Angel...

He fell asleep.

He is a man of action.

He's not used to sitting still so long.

It's a little late. I should go home.

Woman, you're leaving now?

You're going to travel a hundred and some years at this late hour, by yourself?

You can stay, yeah? There's enough room.

No.

My parents...

Your parents? Aren't you old enough

to stop caring about what your parents might think?

We're from different times, Pacino.

And in every time do you have to be the serious one,

the logical one,

the obedient one?

I'd better go.

- Don't worry, I'll take a taxi. - Mmhm.

See you tomorrow.

Thanks for the show and the popcorn.

- I loved it. - Good.

Truly.

Sorry.

Irene, do you have a moment?

Yes, of course. Sit.

What's going on?

This morning I found a missed call

on my Ministry phone... from an unknown number.

You've tried to return the call, right?

Yes, before I left, but no one picks up.

Try it again, please.

"The number you have dialed

is no longer located in Spanish territory."

They killed him.

- What happened? - They killed him

for being a friend to Spaniards.

- But you're alive and kicking. - What the hell are you doing, Toca?

- She's harmless. - We'll see about that.

- Hands up. - She's trustworthy.

I'm telling you.

And why should I trust you?

You have no reason to.

You decide.

You have to leave here. Very dangerous.

The rest of town has joined guerrillas and have left.

Don't be ridiculous. How could they have just left?

You hear anything, Spaniard?

It's clear.

We should prepare ourselves for an attack.

With your permission, we should organize patrols.

Are you sure that there's no one left?

That's what Maria, the native woman, said.

If we strike first right now, they won't see it coming.

- I think... that we should wait. - For what?

Yeah, Captain, for them to kill us in our beds, like the teacher?

And if it was an isolated incident?

It won't be us who breaks the peace first.

Toca and Manache, do a recon of the area

and make sure there's no one left.

Lieutenant, take all the available provisions and ammunition to the church.

That's where we can best defend ourselves.

Now is not the time to defend ourselves, but to attack.

Do what I've said!

Yes, Sir.

You all, with me.

You know something, Vigil?

Ever since I arrived here, I ask myself the same question every day.

Is Spain forgetting about us?

This is a stew of diseases, Captain.

You couldn't find anything in the village?

The natives took everything.

I'm telling you they had it all planned out, Captain.

And I'm telling you that we'll see about that, Lieutenant. Come.

Let's start the inventory. Rice.

- Better to throw it out. - No, no, stop, stop,

there will always be time to throw it out later.

Garbanzo beans.

And glory be to the worms that live in them.

Vigil, stop that talk while you're among the soldiers.

- We have to maintain a high morale. - We could do that another way.

I'm starting to get tired of your comments, Lieutenant.

By your leave, Captain.

Everything's abandoned.

There's no one?

Not anyone or anything.

No animals, nothing in the stores, no clothes...

It's a ghost town.

How could they all have gone in a single night?

By planning everything well.

Do you see now, my Captain?

Are you convinced now that this isn't a coincidence?

Organize a search through the village and surroundings

and find out what the hell is going on here.

And take Julián.

A medic could be useful.

It wouldn't be good to be constantly losing phones

so every time that one enters or leaves, it gets registered.

You know how it is, when the big boss is around

- we all become very professional. - Well there shouldn't be any problem

finding out whose number it is.

Here we are.

That phone was signed out by Salvador a few months ago and he hasn't returned it.

Yeah.

So at the end of the day,

the agents have dug in and done their best.

Well, who says

that government workers don't dedicate ourselves to the job.

- A positive report. - Mmhm.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Ah, Irene. Congratulations on your part in all this.

- The audit report... - Is this what I think it is?

Yes. Has something happened?

He tried to contact Amelia.

Can someone tell me what's going on?

Salvador signed a Ministry phone out of storage

a few months ago.

Maybe it's best if you explain it.

I've been helping Julián ever since he left the Ministry.

- What? - The boy couldn't stay here,

but he wanted a place where he could still be useful.

I didn't want to lose him and...

well, I found him a destination.

He asked me to do it himself.

Where did you send him?

The Cuban War.

- But Susana Torres found out about it. - Thanks to me.

If we want to stay united, no more lies. That's the deal.

Mmhm.

Th problem is that wherever Julian is,

it's no longer Spanish territory.

You're saying we have an unofficial agent lost in the past.

It seems so.

Here's the call log.

Thank you.

- I can't believe it. - What's wrong, boss?

The last call that Julián made

was on June 11th, 1898.

- And what does that mean? - That Julián is in trouble.

The next day, June 12th, 1898,

was the day that the Phillipines won their independence from Spain.

Of course, that's why when you called you got that message.

So Julián's in the Phillipines.

Exactly.

A Phillipines at war.

Quiet.

I heard something.

Sir. Sir.

- What the hell is going on, soldier? - I think there's someone close by.

We should burn this village to the ground right now.

- Lieutenant, there is a civilan population. - They're natives.

- But we are not at war. - Don't fuck with me, Toca!

This is a classic textbook ambush.

To the bridge, let's go.

- Forward march. Hup. - Sir.

Sir, listen to me.

- We should go back to the church. - It's "Lieutenant", soldier.

And if the Lieutenant says "go" you go.

In your place.

Let's go.

You don't want to make him mad, believe me.

- What are you doing, idiot? - The medic

made me nervous.

Heredia, shit!

Fire! Fire at will!

Fire at will!

And you without a gun, shit. Get behind me.

Come on! Ah!

Ah!

Toca!

We have to get out of here.

Retreat!

Let's go, run, run!

We'll be safe back here.

Everyone to the church!

Left flank!

Heredia, cover me!

Who the hell is shooting now?

They're ours.

Fall back! Fall back and regroup!

They're right on our heels!

- They're shooting at us, too. - Get down!

- Julian, help, he's hit. - Shoot them!

- Busquets, behind you! - Run, they're coming this way!

Toca. Toca, help me.

They're gaining on our flanks!

Fall back!

Let's go, damn it!

Fall back!

Fall back!

Everyone to the church!

Come on, Toca! I've seen you run faster.

Everyone to the church!

Close the doors and windows!

Reinforce them!

- How is he? - Fucked.

Heredia. Heredia, come. Come here.

Press here and don't let go. Hard.

- Hard here. - Ah!

Come on, kid, you can make it.

I've seen worse in the schoolyard.

Doctor, how are the rest?

Nothing serious.

Gentlemen!

We've made it this far!

From now on, this will be our home.

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This is Julián Martínez's good-bye note.

And this is the letter that the soldier Lafarga sent from the Phillipines.

- What do you think? - It's the same handwriting.

Julian is writing letters for the illiterate soldiers.

Have you found out the exact origin of the letters?

- Baler, Phillipines. - Are you fucking...

We should demand that those natives

respect the law and put down their arms.

It's been three months since we've heard from Manila.

You mean that after 400 years...

you're feeling little butterflies of love, yeah?

Do not be ridiculous.

You're killing men that have dediacate their lives to their country in exchange for nothing.

The motherland gives honor and glory...

to those who fight under her flag.

In this Ministry we only demand one thing: discretion.

And you decided to get in a fight with the police at a demonstration.

They were assulting a woman.

A toast to the retiree, of course.

To the best police officer ever to walk the streets of Madrid, my father.

- Here here. - Cheers.

I want to divorce your father.

- Yes? - Hello, handsome.

Is your mother in?

- You've requested two days off? - Yeah. My dad's retiring and...

it's going to be tough on him. I want to be with him.

You are completely insane.

Doctor, I'm starting to get tired of your nonsense.

We have an important mission for you.

So important that my teammates can not know about it.

It's a mission for one man alone: you.

Julián is with The Last of the Philippines.