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I have a message from Don Salvador. It's urgent.

- Does he remember anything? - One person.

He woke up screaming your name.

Elizabeth I was murdered before becoming a queen.

They were really close.

You can't shake hands with a lover. It would look suspicious.

You are pregnant.

- Hello Julián. - My name isn't Julián.

Who's that guy with my family?

The real Eulogio Romero.

Go save Elizabeth now.

The queen wants to kill her?

María wants to get rid of her sister to protect his son's life.

And according to history, she never had a son.

- Do you know him? - Why do I dream with a dead man?

- I smell trouble. - So do I.

Soldiers, protect your king!

Son of a bitch.

- I see a woman running. - It's Maite, your wife.

Maite.

I wouldn't forgive myself if the king was killed before me.

What are these halls with so many doors?

Don't you want to come back to the Ministry?

Please don't ask me that. You know I can't.

Irene went to look for something she didn't find. You must find it.

A receipt for Guernica.

Spain's republican government commissioned Picasso to paint it.

If we find the receipt, we'll have proof.

What do you like in Prado?

Velázquez. Heard of Las Meninas?

Yes. Who hasn't seen Las Meninas?

- Why did you do it? - I couldn't go back to prison.

So I won, not them.

That's right, Federico.

THE PRADO MUSEUM, MADRID 2020

Mom am I pretty? Mom am I pretty?

Mom am I pretty? Mom am I pretty?

My hair is blonde, my face is pretty

Court ladies are ugly My face is pretty

I want to be in Velázquez's painting Why doesn't he paint me, mom?

Why does he always paint you and Dad? Is it because I'm not pretty?

Lady Margaret I'm just following orders

But listen to my secret I'm painting you

Did you see a painting is being painted in the painting?

Actually, I am painting you.

I am doing something revolutionary I'm Velázquez, I'm extraordinary

The boy from Seville raised the bar To teach the rest how it's done

So I am pretty?

The truth is I did fantastic work.

BOARD OF ART TREASURE

My Las Meninas!

Stop looking at it.

You've already made a decision.

I'm just saying goodbye to my work. It'll be hard to do better.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

- What have been up to recently? - Taking care of personal matters.

What are you doing now?

I'm checking we didn't leave loose ends that could change history.

An alarm would have gone off.

Sometimes it doesn't.

Salvador. He wants to see us.

Why doesn't he come to see me?

Pablo is my friend, and I'm the Director of Fine Arts.

We commissioned the painting five months ago.

It's only 20 days to the Universal Exposition.

He needs to find a theme to paint.

He hasn't started yet?

All he needs is inspiration.

Then everything will go quickly.

- Hello. - Hello.

Ladies and gentlemen, I've got good and bad news.

The good news is, Julián is working with us again.

- Thanks. - The bad news...

The bad news is Las Meninas has disappeared.

- What? Las Meninas has disappeared? - It vanished before my very eyes.

We received a call from the Prado Museum in 1937.

Las Meninas and other valuable paintings

disappeared while being transported to Valencia during the Civil War.

A message came for you.

Excuse me a moment.

What's up?

It's Renau. He's writing from Paris 1937.

Picasso isn't painting Guernica.

- It was hard to bring him to Spain. - Who is Renau?

A fabulous artist and director of fine arts during the war.

And an excellent agent of this Ministry.

Two alarms from the same date.

May 3, 1937.

What are the odds?

Especially when Picasso was director of the Prado Museum.

- Go to Paris and investigate. - Is there a door?

Since 1914, in the church on Rue de la Pompe.

Alfonso XIII ordered Claretian priests to assist

more than 90,000 Spanish immigrants in Paris at the time.

A mobile door was put in a confessional.

Irene, Pacino and Velázquez will go to Paris.

Lola and Julián to Madrid 1937 to find Las Meninas

and all missing works of art.

- No, I'll go to the Prado Museum. - Velázquez.

Velázquez!

Only a genius can convince another genius.

You've done this once before.

Go immediately.

- Later. - Goodbye.

Excuse me.

Good job with Velázquez.

When he gets like that, I can't be around him, he riles me up! Sorry.

Here we are again.

This sucks.

Like Bismarck said, "Spain is the strongest country in the world,

trying to destroy herself for centuries and still no success."

Bismarck. I don't know who he is, but he is right.

- This is wonderful. - Shocking.

Where could my Las Meninas be?

- Who's the man we are looking for? - Sergeant Torres.

How are you coping?

I'm a mess, especially working again.

You can count on me if you need anything.

Are you sure? I knew another Lola and she wasn't trustworthy.

You said it, another Lola.

I hope so. I'm another Julián. I'm not so tolerant now.

Excuse me! If you carry it like that, you'll ruin it.

- It can get dusty. - What's going on?

We are looking for Sergeant Torres.

He died a few nights ago in a bombardment.

- He was a good soldier. - I'm sorry.

How can I help you?

We're here to take care of the paintings. We're art curators.

- What's that? - We restore and look after paintings.

You'll have time to do that after the war.

What we need now is people to guard the rooms.

We can do that as well.

- Follow me. - All right.

What the hell do we do now?

- I need to speak to you in private. - I'm his wife. I'm not leaving.

- I am his wife! - I am!

No wonder he's not painting in this chaos.

Hold on.

Shut up, both of you!

Good afternoon, Don Pablo. We came to interview you.

- From Art and Health magazine. - Spaniards.

- Yes. - Very much so.

Let's go for a drink.

- I'll be right back. - Are you leaving?

- Be careful. - Relax, don't worry.

Merci.

You have great hair, mister.

It looks more like a warehouse than a museum, doesn't it?

A virgin.

A saint and a martyr.

A king.

Damn it. I'm a republican and an atheist.

Yet here I am, protecting paintings of kings, saints and martyrs.

Why aren't you in the battlefield? You're young.

I have asthma.

What do you know about the trucks that carry paintings to Valencia?

I loaded a lot of them. In the back, next to the Casón del Buen Retiro.

They're here. We'll have bombs for dinner today, too.

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit...

Didn't you just say you are an atheist?

Yes, but my mom asked me to pray to the Virgin when I was in danger.

A mother is a mother.

You like clean lines.

- To make cuts. - To make cuts with lines.

- As if it were crystal. - A crystal.

That face looks familiar.

So similar to Velázquez.

You're changing the topic, Don Pablo.

I remember now. Els Quatre Gats, in Barcelona.

He can't be him. It's been so long.

We were talking about the painting you should be painting.

To tell you the truth, I don't know what to paint, a mental block.

What's the use of art today, when the world is falling apart?

Pablo, please.

To show the barbarity of the war.

Goya and The Executions.

The Massacre at Chios, by Delacroix.

Did they do any good? It's not even the middle of the century,

and we've had a world war and a civil war.

Man invented the plane to fly and he uses it to kill.

- Like in Guernica. - Good topic for a painting.

It truly is.

Who is that woman?

Josephine Baker, the queen of Paris.

Don't get your hopes up. She likes papayas, not bananas.

You'll get your piece tomorrow.

- Where's my part? - You'll find it where I told you.

It's over. We survived another day.

All right. I'll go to my wife.

If I get killed tomorrow, it was fun while it lasted.

- Are you leaving the night watch? - It wasn't my shift.

I did a favor to a friend. He must be close.

- If he didn't die in the bombardment. - No way.

He's like a cat with nine lives.

I'm sorry.

- This is my friend Carlos. - Hello.

- Hello. - My friend Carlos has nine lives.

Like a cat.

Nobody has so many.

What did she tell you?

- Not to leave this place without her. - So direct!

People here don't waste their time.

Merci.

Excuse me, but I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Enough absinthe, man.

- Why France? Italy! - Watch your step.

Your friend is quite drunk.

- Where are you staying? - What?

On Rue de la Pompe, next to the Spanish church.

- That's really far away. - Yes.

Come to my studio. I've got beds for friends who stay over.

Yes, that's better. Thank you very much.

Goddamn it!

Watch your head.

- Come in. - Look how nice this is.

You'll find mattresses and blankets there.

All right. Thank you.

- Careful. - I've got him

Hold him. There we go.

- His head! - He's fine.

- Hand me a blanket. - Sure.

You left me alone with Marie-Therese and were out all night.

Leave me alone, please!

The only thing I've done is support you, Pablo.

Living together kills the love, completely.

You're telling me. I used to like Velázquez. Not now.

I say it because of Dora Maar.

She was ahead of her time, a pioneer in human rights.

An advocate for free love.

She seems a grumpy old lady now.

Picasso is an expert in ruining great women.

This is nice.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes!

Damn!

A hell of an artist. The way he turned things around.

So much energy.

Damn it. Just what we needed.

What a pain in the ass.

One day we'll say we couldn't sleep because of Velázquez and Picasso.

- Pacino. - What?

I think I'll go back to the party.

- What? - Are you going for the brunette?

I am, white man.

- I won't be long. - Take your time.

If Picasso goes anywhere, let me know.

He won't go anywhere.

Help! A thief!

Slut!

Tell that to your mom, you bastard!

Here you are.

Are you Spanish?

- Yes. What a coincidence, right? - Thank you very much.

Are you Clara Campoamor?

Have we met?

No, not really, but I know your work.

Spain owes women's suffrage to you.

And I owe you because you got my purse.

- Pleased to meet you. - Pleased to meet you.

- Time is so small. - Tell me about it.

Did you and that man...?

We loved each other. Very much.

- Was it too obvious? - It is obvious.

You should see your face when you look at him.

It's not what you think.

That scumbag almost got us killed with Franco.

When did you meet him?

In 1940.

I can assure you he wasn't a traitor at that time.

He risked his life to help me save others.

He'll protect Madrid until the war is over.

You know his life too well.

More than you can imagine.

You don't know what he was like.

Traitors are born, not made.

Where are you going, Lola?

To speak to him. He has contacts. He might be able to help us.

You shouldn't talk to him.

What if he has something to do with the art theft?

He wouldn't have crossed Madrid in the bombardment to guard the museum.

You can put the mission in danger by mixing personal feelings.

I thought you were the expert in this subject.

- You've researched me well. - Yes.

Do you know how many times I thought of traveling to 1943 to shoot Carlos?

Too late. I've already done that.

That's why I looked at him that way.

Does the Ministry know about this?

They suspect, but don't have and won't have any evidence.

- Why did you tell me? - Because I need you to trust me.

Have you read my book?

El voto femenino y yo: Mi pecado mortal.

I love it.

That day was a historic day.

And my end as a representative.

After achieving women's suffrage, everyone turned their backs on me,

both the left and the right.

What's sad is that Victoria Kent fought against women's suffrage.

A woman should never do that.

I didn't think you'd be in Paris.

I'm writing.

Spain is a bad place for writing right now.

I'll go back in a couple of weeks.

I want to be in Madrid when we win the war.

What?

I have to go.

Will we meet again?

I hope so.

Why all the questions about transporting the paintings?

You'd better tell me who you are.

I've got a better idea. I'll tell you who you are.

You are Carlos Munuera Mateu, born in Burgos,

moved to Madrid when you were little,

because your father got a promotion in his company.

Your mom died a week after the uprising, from breast cancer.

And you are in the Information Service

because you were wounded in Aragon.

How do you know all that?

I work for a secret government unit.

You'll have to come with me to see if you're telling the truth.

If you're not, forget about your future.

You're the one who should be concerned about the future

if you're involved in the thefts we are investigating.

What thefts are you talking about?

Paintings went missing during transit.

Velázquez's Las Meninas, among others.

If that were true, everybody would know.

I'll offer you a deal. Pull some strings, if you can.

If Las Meninas isn't missing, I'll be here.

I won't leave the museum.

All right. I will.

My advice is, don't trust anyone. Everyone is a suspect.

Why am I not a suspect?

Why do you think I know all about you?

We're investigating everyone.

You're the only one who deserves our trust.

Hello?

Hello?

Son of a bitch.

The man finally woke up.

Picasso painted Guernica. He fooled us, but I don't know why.

I don't know why, but I think I know for whom.

Last night he talked to a man and became agitated.

Who?

No idea. As my hangover goes, I'm starting to see a face.

Fetch me a chamomile tea, or I'll draw like Bacon, not like me.

S'il vous plait.

Only because you're Velázquez. If not, I'd pour it down your back.

What's up Ernesto?

I found something that doesn't fit.

According to the Prado Museum alarm,

the paintings were transported at the beginning of July 1937.

That's right.

Las Meninas was transported a year later.

There are two possibilities.

Either the damn butterfly, like you call it, is back.

- Or the thief of Las Meninas... - Is a time traveler.

Here, right?

All right.

Any setbacks, or is everything going to plan?

Everything's fine. Nothing noteworthy.

I can't thank you enough, Officer.

Don't mention it. My pleasure.

I'll call you if I need you.

You know where to find me.

This asshole...

- Where is Picasso? - I don't know.

When I woke up he and Maar were gone.

I guess they went for breakfast.

Last night they burned more calories than a marathon runner.

I could swear I've drawn him before.

The man Picasso met last night.

- At the party? - The party, yes.

Are you done?

- No. I need to add details. - What details?

It's an unfinished work. I need to shade it.

Please, shade it! Here you are.

I'm glad to hear that.

I hope to see you here soon.

Meanwhile, enjoy your family time.

- What's up? - Alonso is recovering well.

I'm glad. We don't have enough staff to spare.

I admire that man. Always willing to risk everything, even his life.

It's even more praiseworthy because he has a little child.

- Yes. - Yes what?

You should spend more time with your son, Ernesto.

- Isn't that what you're thinking? - No, no.

Thank God you can't read minds yet.

Okay.

I sent you photos. You won't believe who's here.

- It's Díaz Bueno. - Wasn't he in an asylum?

That's what I thought. I don't understand how he escaped.

Irene has just sent this.

Son of a bitch!

I'll put him on. It's her.

He was with Picasso last night.

Don't lose sight of Picasso in case Díaz Bueno shows up.

Wait. How is it possible that he was in Paris last night

and in Madrid the following morning?

It wasn't possible to travel so fast in 1937.

Unless you have the Book of Doors.

We took the one he had.

- He might have another one. - No, we collected all of them.

Wait a minute. That means...

That means there might be a mole working for Díaz Bueno right here.

Are you thinking about Lola?

Díaz Bueno was her accomplice when they stole art through time.

- That was another Lola. - Is there a better explanation?

Trust me, Carlos will come.

This isn't right. We know who the thief is.

Our mission is not only to find out who the thief was.

We must find Las Meninas and the other paintings.

We need to know where they are.

Salvador.

LOLA IS HELPING DÍAZ BUENO.

What is he saying?

- He confirmed it's Díaz Bueno. - What do we know about him?

We arrested him on a mission in 1520.

He was trafficking art in different eras.

How did he get the Book of Doors?

I don't know. He said he got it at an antique shop, I think.

Calm down.

Calm down.

You were right about the theft of the paintings.

Count on me.

With the microphone we put in his bed and this one, it's enough.

- They could be here at any time. - I'm almost done.

- Stop, they're coming. - They're coming!

Ready.

You're still here.

How can you say you've got a mental block if you're painting this beauty?

- Get out! - Good night.

Bonne nuit.

Look.

They know everything!

I told you to burn everything related to my work.

Always so conceited.

These photos are my work of art.

- Any news? - Dora is talking.

She says they should have told Renau the truth.

They are hiding something for sure.

Picasso says he doesn't want to talk about it.

He told her to undress.

Porn movies have more elaborate stories.

- What's happening now? - What?

Put these on so that you can hear.

- I don't speak French. - You'll understand anyway. Here.

There you go.

- Jesus! They're fornicating. - Yes, pay attention.

Tell us if anything happens. Put them on.

Tell me... how did it go with Josephine?

- I didn't go back to the party. - Where were you then?

I ran into Clara Campoamor. We had breakfast together.

- Who is that? - The woman I admire the most.

She got women the right to vote.

Good.

- That... that's maturity. - What?

In the end, sex is not the most important thing in the world.

Nonsense.

You can never get back a lost night of love.

I don't get why women say love when they mean sex.

Maybe our brain is a bit more complex and sensitive than yours.

Damn. Those old days.

So much carnal desire!

Are they the reinforcements I asked for?

Braulio and his wife?

By the looks of it, they're the only ones I can trust.

- Relax. I know how to use a gun. - Only because I taught you.

- You're right, Agustina. - I'm always right.

Agustina. That's a good name to go to war.

- They're insatiable. - Lower your voice.

We're wasting our time.

Let's go there and I'll make Picasso tell the truth.

Five minutes. Have a little patience.

A knock on the door!

The door is opening.

Silence.

Dora is talking.

In French.

- This man is so ill-tempered. - I told you.

He says, "Finally."

He says, "This is more valuable than 'Guernica'."

- Let's go now. - Who's paying?

- Velázquez, get your change out. - Let's go.

- I don't have any on me. - You had money for absinthe.

This is our stop. We'll walk from here.

Give me a pistol. A rifle weighs a hundredweight.

Lola.

Shall we?

If we don't solve it, nobody will.

Hands up, where I can see them!

- Her aim is good. - Ye of little faith.

Didn't you hear me? Hands up!

Everybody to one side. Come on.

I'll get some ropes.

On the floor.

- Looks like you're celebrating. - We certainly are.

- Nothing. - There's a lot of paintings there.

But Las Meninas isn't there, and nothing by Velázquez.

You, tell me, where is Las Meninas?

Speak!

Is Las Meninas a very big painting?

- How big? - I don't know. Kind of enormous.

- Let's go see. - Let's go see.

There.

It is Guernica.

Why the hell is it here?

It is really awful. Is this art?

Julián.

Greetings from the Ministry of Time.

I know it's hard to believe, but it's true.

And I don't regret it.

I sacrificed my work for the greatest work of art ever, Las Meninas.

I have a question, Don Pablo. I need to know.

Did this man steal Las Meninas

and send you a photo to show you he had it?

And then he asked you to trade it for Guernica?

And if you refused, he'd destroy it?

- Exactly. - Son of a bitch.

You handed Guernica over for nothing?

What do you mean by that? I painted it.

I got some money and the studio's rent.

A man called Araquistáin offered me 150,000 francs from the government.

I didn't accept it.

If they make another offer, accept it and get a receipt.

Are you saying I'm gold-digging? It wouldn't be the first time.

Rumor has it I like money. It's true.

But you can't say I'm not fond of Spain.

I have to go... I have to go to the toilette.

I'll walk you there.

Do you know how many times I said no to the French government?

They say I'm not a Spaniard!

Don't they see Goya and La Tauromaquia in my paintings?

I'm thinking about making versions of Las Meninas.

No wonder. Las Meninas has so much to offer.

I thought about it in case it was destroyed.

But I'm going to paint it anyway.

When I die and somebody looks at my paintings,

if they can't tell I'm a Spaniard, they're either blind or ignorant.

We've got Guernica. It's in Madrid.

Salvador, I spoke to the Ministry of 1937.

They are sending reinforcements to protect Guernica.

France's embassy will get Las Meninas.

I'm sure they'll take it to Switzerland.

Are you all right?

No, not yet.

When I think about what could happen if we fail,

I tremble with fear.

There's something I don't understand.

Why does Díaz Bueno want Guernica and not Las Meninas?

Whoever bought Las Meninas could not show it to anyone.

If they did, they would face a worldwide lawsuit.

Some people buy stolen paintings so only they can see them.

The vanity of owning a work of art exceeds everything.

In the end, they show it to someone.

And when someone else sees it, there's no more secret.

However, in May 1937, nobody, except us and Picasso himself,

knows that Guernica exists.

Díaz Bueno would wait and sell it that year.

Nowadays, an unknown painting by Picasso

from that date and of that size

would beat all records in the art market.

Luck was on our side today.

As Luis Aragonés once said,

"Luck doesn't exist. Only bad luck exists."

It's a pity you're leaving Paris.

It's not easy to make friends here.

I have to tell you something and you have to believe me.

Don't go back to Spain, Clara. Franco will win the war.

The news I got from Spain say the opposite.

He will win. I know.

How do I know the book you're writing is

The Spanish Revolution as Seen by a Republican Woman?

How do you know? I didn't tell anyone about it.

I also know you'll write a biography of Concepción Arenal

and one of Juana Inés de la Cruz.

Can you read minds?

Probably.

Take my advice. Don't stay here, either.

The Germans will invade Paris.

I think the ideal place for you is Buenos Aires.

Thank you for fighting for all women.

What did you say to her?

To never stop fighting.

Good piece of advice.

There's something I've been wondering about.

Why did you tell Picasso to accept the Republic's money?

Araquistáin will give him a receipt and he'll sign it.

That's key to prove to the Guggenheim that the painting belongs to Spain.

So Guernica will be back in Spain in 1981.

- I can vouch for that. - You don't miss a thing.

- So efficient. - Yes, that's right.

- I won't work with this guy again. - Why not?

- Why? - That guy who?

- That would be you. - You're so annoying.

Nice meeting you.

- I hope we meet again. - Me too.

- Shall we go? - I'll be there in a minute.

I'll wait in the car.

I think your partner is a bit jealous of me.

Probably.

Did you want to tell me something?

Yes.

I wanted to tell you that...

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Carlos! Carlos!

Lola! Lola!

Stop!

Let her go.

You won't ruin my plans this time.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

No, man. You can't die yet.

Have a nice trip.

All right. How the hell do we rescue Lola?

Here, drink this.

- What is it? - It's the García drink.

It allows you to time travel without aging nor becoming young.

You've always been so distrustful, Lola.

- How do you know my name? - We met a long time ago.

Or we'll meet in the future.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Any news about Lola?

- You should take a few days off. - I will keep looking for her.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'll take responsibility for what happens.

I'll change the past.

Lola is in no shape to go on a mission.

- Holy crap. - Spaniards killing Spaniards.

Everything will be fine.

I'll assign you a mission.

So soon? I'm not ready.

With this machine, I'll be able to time travel.

- I screwed up again. - You sure did.

If only you didn't keep changing eras.

Is everything all right at the Ministry?

There's no place in the world in any century

where the killer can hide.

We'll find him.

I should have been on that mission. It's me who should be dead.

A prisoner can't be denied a drink.

It's still too soon.

Wasn't The Time Ship a novel by Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau?

That's what I thought, that it was just a novel.

Don't try to change the past. It's a thankless task.

Subtitles: Laura Jiménez www.sdimedia.com