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Your friend is quite drunk. I know that face.

Come to my studio. My friends stay over there sometimes.

This is my friend Carlos.

- Hello. - Hello.

Call me a bitch again!

Clara Campoamor?

Have we met before?

Picasso is not painting the Guernica.

You'll get yours tomorrow.

He's drawing the guy who spoke to Picasso last night.

I never show an unfinished work. I'm still shading.

Come on! Quit shading already!

We can't change your past, but we'll change your future.

I traded my painting for the greatest one ever made.

He is Díaz Bueno. Which means...

He might have a mole in our Ministry.

Do you suspect Lola?

Picasso said he didn't want to talk about it, and to get naked.

I've seen porn movies with better plots.

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

Do you know how often I've thought about going to 1943 to kill Carlos?

- Too late. - This man stole the Meninas

and sent you a picture to prove that he had it.

Then, he offered you to trade it for the Guernica.

If you didn't accept the deal, he would destroy it.

- Exactly. - It's the Guernica!

- Why is it here? - Greetings from the Ministry.

Lola!

Let her go.

You won't ruin my plans this time.

No, man. You can't die yet.

Okay. How the fuck do we rescue Lola?

Angustias!

Angustias.

Oh, my God! You are alive!

- I'm glad you weren't inside. - Where is everyone?

All of them?

All of them.

Let me give you some advice.

Don't try to change the past. It's tough as hell.

THREE DAYS BEFORE

This is Captain San Martín.

He was key for victory at the battle of Bailén

against Napoleon's forces.

We've been told his life is in danger before the battle.

Find out who is after him and stop his murder.

At least we have to save a Spanish hero.

You are half right.

About him being a hero?

About him being Spanish.

He was born in the viceroyalty of Río de la Plata,

present-day Argentina.

His parents were from Palencia.

He moved to Cadiz when he was six.

He was Spanish, then.

He was key for the independence of Chile, Peru and Argentina.

Some place him higher than Bolívar.

We have to risk our lives for a traitor again.

Well, a traitor...

He was an important condition for victory in the Peninsular War.

Later... he took a different route.

So, we have to travel to the days before the battle.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

July 19, 1808, door 336.

Let's get on with it.

Pacino. Stay here, please.

I understand your personal situation is not easy.

Any word on Lola?

I see you've given up already.

Mr. Méndez, you should take a few days off.

I should keep looking for her.

Do you think we aren't?

You couldn't stop Díaz Bueno from leaving the asylum.

- That was a system error. - It was corruption.

That's the system's main error.

Any word on that junk?

We've alerted every observatory in 1937.

They will tell us if they see it.

Go home now.

That is not advice.

That's an order.

You always complain about how Spain treats its heroes.

Have you ever stopped to think about how this Ministry treats its agents?

Excuse me.

There's a trick.

- There. - Thank you.

I'm sorry about Lola.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes. I'll be right there.

We are almost ready.

Why are you staring at me, Alonso?

He still can't handle women dressing as soldiers.

You don't expect him to change now, huh?

It's not that.

I don't doubt your courage, but...

...we'll be fighting Napoleon's army.

The Carlist Wars weren't a walk in the park, but I saved Espartero,

so he could sign the Convention of Vergara.

Alonso, I know you'd like Pacino to join us.

Me, too.

- But his head is far away from here. - Too far away.

Wait for me at the elevator.

- Yes, boss. - I can't even walk in these boots.

I'll get killed again.

I'm sending you on your first mission.

Now? I am not ready yet.

- You are. - I really am not.

Carolina, I'm saying you are, and that's it. Got it?

Of course.

- What is it? - Listen carefully.

I want you to stay close to Pacino.

Hi.

Why are you awake?

Did the alarm go off already?

No. It will go off soon. Don't dream so much about me.

Good night, good-looking.

I'm going to sleep. What are you up to?

I miss you.

Eleven days had passed since Lola disappeared.

I couldn't get her out of my head.

I couldn't stand the idea of not seeing her again,

so I decided to take action.

I'm recording this video for two reasons.

Firstly, for myself...

...in case, after so much coming and going,

I forget who I am or what I've done.

Secondly...

...because if this goes wrong, I want this to be evidence.

I'm the only one who is responsible for this.

I will change the past.

I must save Lola.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

Two coffees, huh? Way to start the morning!

No, this one is for Lola.

- I didn't thank you yet. - What for?

For your lecture on interrogation techniques.

It was really awesome.

I loved what you said about never trusting a guy who...

- ...doesn't look into your eyes. - Exactly.

I've been watching cop shows,

and I've noticed that the bad guys never do it.

It's the first thing they teach cops.

But you can't trust anybody. You never know who is lying.

Bye.

I don't know why I felt that Carolina was hiding something.

What a job. So much responsibility.

To think that if I mess up, I could change Spain's history...

It's good to think that you can mess up.

That way you can stay alert.

- You are my Yoda. - Shit, Irene...

I am a bit cuter than that critter.

You got me into a nice mess.

A latte for the lady.

Thanks a lot.

Why are you staring at me?

What are you doing?

I'm checking we didn't leave any loose ends

when we saved Julián, so history won't change.

An alarm would have gone off.

- They often fail. - They often fail.

Salvador wants to see us.

- Didn't yours ring? - No. That's weird.

- Let me finish this. - See you there.

- See you. - Bye.

Lost again, huh?

Yes. I've been playing for ages.

Why do you play, then?

It's the only illusion I have.

- Without it... - I'm in a hurry.

Now that Mr. Méndez is here, we can get started.

I'm very sorry. I had a flat tire.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have good and bad news.

- The good news is that Julián's back. - Thank you.

-And the bad news-- -My Meninas is gone.

We received an alarm from the Prado Museum in 1937.

The Meninas and other paintings have vanished

while being moved to Valencia to avoid a Civil War bombing.

- There is a message for you. - Excuse me.

- What is it? - It's from Renaud.

He is writing from Paris in 1937.

Picasso isn't painting the Guernica.

Two alarms from the same date.

- May 3, 1937. - Too many coincidences, aren't they?

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Are you okay?

I'll go with her.

Lola. How are you feeling?

Awful.

I'll bring you some chamomile tea.

It works wonders, you'll see.

Thank you, Angustias.

Lola's in no shape to join this mission.

What's wrong?

Her stomach is acting up.

Call Alonso. Maybe he's willing to rejoin today.

Is that a good idea?

Yes. The history of Spanish art is at stake.

Warm water with lemon is good...

...and white rice.

First thing was getting Alonso to stand in for Lola.

Are you okay?

Yes. How many times are you going to ask?

Shit.

Yeah, look...

You need to rest. It's not a big deal.

Okay. I have to go. I'm here with...

- Okay. Bye. - How is Lola?

Fine. She's in bed, but she's feeling better.

Don't worry, Pacino. Maybe it's an omen.

What kind of omen?

My mother got the runs when she was set to travel to Madrid.

The carriage fell off a cliff.

- They all died. - Bless my soul.

Damn, Velázquez, you're great at lifting morale.

Diarrhea saved her life.

Second thing was not being seen by the Pacino from the past,

who went with Irene and Velázquez to visit Picasso, like he did.

- Wow. It's wonderful. - Freaking awesome.

Where could my Meninas be?

Here we go again.

- Shit. - Spaniards killing Spaniards.

Same as always.

You are right.

Before I traveled to a few days later to check if Lola was safe,

I couldn't help spend some time with her.

Everything will be fine.

I did it. I had changed history.

But the cost was far too high.

They say that every soldier knows

that they can die in any battle.

The ones who send them also know it.

But we are never ready to lose those whom we love.

Two of our best men,

who have so often protected our history and our days,

are no longer among us.

They fulfilled their mission.

But they couldn't avoid the trap set by our enemy.

Mission complete.

The Guernica and the Meninas are ours again.

Something is wrong, Alonso. This is 1937.

How could the paintings have traveled that distance in a day?

I stopped asking myself questions long ago.

There'll be no place in the world,

not even in the past, for their murderer to hide.

We'll find him.

If we need to cry, we will cry.

But if we need to fight, we will fight.

And we'll tell you.

That is why...

"Come to the winged roses blooming in the almond tree so creamy white.

"We have so many things to talk about,

"my friends,

"my dearest friends."

No!

No, no...

Shit...

I fucked up.

Shit, I fucked up.

I am so sorry.

Be strong.

- Pacino... - I'm very sorry.

You meant so much to him...

If I could...

I know. You'd trade your life for his.

- I am sorry. I am so sorry. - Thank you.

Poor Julián.

He's the only agent I've had to bury twice.

We must find Díaz Bueno.

We'll make him enjoy medieval pleasures.

I'll take care of it. That's my specialty.

Irene.

Yes?

I...

I am so sorry.

Yes. I know. We all are.

No... Yes. But I'm sorry...

...I failed you.

What are you talking about?

Well, what you asked me yesterday...

What?

That I...

No, it's not important. It's just...

I'm just nervous.

We all are, Carolina. Go home and get some rest. Okay?

I fucked up. And somebody knew it.

Irene had ordered Carolina to follow me.

Shit.

I always get the wrong door. Let's see.

A FEW WEEKS EARLIER

What are you doing here?

Sorry, I needed a shower.

I got the wrong door and appeared in La Tomatina.

Where is the soap?

- I don't know. The usual place. - It's not there.

Shit. I ran out. Wait.

- So, you come from...? - The next few days.

I needed someone to talk to, but I only trust myself. I mean, you.

Just think aloud. Don't scare me like this!

If I think aloud, I get flustered.

You're right.

I still remember the day Irene brought me to the Ministry.

- Who could have guessed? - Yeah.

She offered me a chance to change,

but I'm too dumb to take it.

Don't say that.

We're just getting started. Don't be so down.

Tell me what happened. Or what's going to happen.

I was late. As always. I'm not fit to be an agent.

- I know, but we have to fight. - What should I do?

Irene doesn't remember she told me to watch Pacino.

How could that be?

Because the present has changed.

You were time-traveling, so it didn't affect you.

We saw that in lecture two.

I forgot. I've just got so much on my mind.

You have to be alert and confident.

Said the pot to the kettle.

We don't know who's the pot and who's the kettle.

It's funny, but you make me feel reassured.

Yeah, me too.

We should meet more often.

That would mean things are bad.

You're right.

- Our past sucks. - It sucks hard.

But we have a second chance now.

Not everybody does. We have to take it.

What are you writing?

The answers for tomorrow's exam.

- I'm going to fail, huh? - Yeah. But don't worry.

You'll get an A with honors now.

I'll get dressed. I should go back to the present.

Do you think Pacino will try again?

I hope so.

If he doesn't, I'll do it. For Alonso and Julián.

BACK TO THE PRESENT

I should have gone on that mission.

I'm the one who should've died.

- Not Alonso. - Lola, you should rest...

Pacino, don't pamper me. Okay?

I don't have a daughter to care for. No one would miss me.

That's not true.

I'm sorry. I'm going home. I want to be alone.

Second try. We're starting again.

Won't let Alonso and Julián die. It's too high of a price.

-TWO WEEKS EARLIER -So I traveled back two weeks.

I only had to check that nothing changed

after I gave Lola her coffee with laxatives.

A latte for the lady.

Thanks a lot.

- What's wrong? - Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Are you okay?

I'll go with her.

- Lola. How are you feeling? - Awful.

My mother got the runs when she was set to travel to Madrid.

The carriage fell off a cliff. They all died.

Bless my soul.

Damn, Velázquez, you're great at lifting morale.

Diarrhea saved her life.

Luckily, nothing had changed. They all went to their doors.

I acted quickly so Carolina wouldn't notice my second try.

This time, I didn't look for Lola.

Here we go again.

- Shit. - Spaniards killing Spaniards.

- Same as always. - You are right.

- It's wonderful. - Freaking awesome.

Where could my Meninas be?

Mission complete.

The Meninas and the Guernica are ours again.

Something is wrong, Alonso. This is 1937.

How could the paintings have traveled that distance in a day?

I stopped asking myself questions long ago.

I'm okay. I'm wearing a bulletproof vest.

Go save them. Save them.

THE PRESENT

- You've been following me, right? - Irene's orders.

You changed things so much, she doesn't even remember.

- I fucked up again. - Big time.

If you stopped playing around with time...

At least Alonso and Julián are alive.

Let's find out what's going on now.

Yes, Mr. President. An emergency. I'll keep you informed.

Alonso, don't touch that.

- I'll call you. - Pacino!

Julián! No! What are you doing?

You can't drink alcohol! You're underage!

Shit, Angustias. Things couldn't get worse.

Give me that.

- Come on. Sit down. Come on. - Jeez!

I'll bring you sandwiches and soda.

I'll take the sandwich, but you can shove your sodas.

- You brat... - Angustias, please!

Julián, drop those scissors already!

Stay put, gentlemen, and tell us what happened.

We were waiting for a truck to pick up the paintings.

Suddenly, Díaz Bueno and his men took us to that machine.

That's where things got weird.

The power system works fine.

Good.

The ship took off.

Then Díaz Bueno and his men poured some drinks.

It looked like almond milk.

Those bastards didn't give us any. Bastards...

You never deny a prisoner a drink.

It's too soon for you to drink. Wait until we get to 1907.

At first, we didn't get why they wanted to go back 30 years.

We soon understood that the concoction had some powers

because those who drank retained their appearance. Their age.

What happened?

It's witchcraft.

No. It's a bullshit.

You are both wrong. It's science.

The "García fluid" allows you to travel through time

without getting older or younger.

Let them try it.

We can give them back to the Ministry like this.

- I'm not drinking that shit! - As you wish.

But this is 1907, and we are going back to 2020.

If you don't drink it, you will be ash when we get there.

I think we should drink.

They miscalculated.

When the ropes loosened and we could move, we attacked.

For Saint James!

- Nice shot. - No.

Divine providence.

Then... you are heroes!

But we suck as pilots.

Brace yourself! I can't straighten it!

We couldn't land the ship.

We almost didn't make it.

A time-travel machine? A drink for not getting old?

That's unbelievable!

Believe it, Pacino.

They're talking about the Anacronopete.

- Excuse me? - The what?

The Anacronopete. A ship to go back through time.

Wasn't that a novel by Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau?

I also thought it was only a novel.

How are you, honey?

It's fine. It's all over.

I know it's hard to understand. It's not what it seems. Well, it is.

I don't know.

Is this Alonso?

Yes. And I am Julián. Hi, Elena.

This is the last straw.

- What is it? - Alonso's wife is really hot.

Shut up, brat.

- Sorry. - Sorry...?

What's on your mind?

Julián and Alonso.

Life can change in just a second.

Things are changing.

You should live every minute like it's your last.

And leave everything settled, just in case you can't do it later.

I have so many scores to settle that I would need a few lives for it.

But some things can never be settled.

You're right.

Poor Carolina.

What a terrible time to start working here.

- I'll go talk to her. Cheer up. - Yes.

Son. It's me, Dad.

Call me. I'd like to see you.

I love you.

Do I know you?

No, you don't know me.

You see, I am...

Well, I knew your mother.

My name is Ernesto.

Ernesto?

It doesn't ring any bells. How did you meet?

Do you mind if we sit down?

- Not at all. - Good.

I'm sorry.

- It must be hard, not having a dad. - It's not so bad.

No?

Look, Javier.

I know you and I are perfect strangers now.

But just know that, from now on, I am here for you.

Thank you, but... it's fine as it is.

I'm 20 years old. I don't need what I've never missed.

Sure.

- Alonso! - I don't know how to play!

Pass it to my foot.

Elena, I swear this can be fixed.

That's what Salvador said.

He is a bad liar, like you.

Now I have to be a mother for my husband and our daughter.

Where are you going?

I would like to go home.

Honey, everything will be just like before.

Alonso, please. Go play ball. Thank you.

I want to go home.

Go back and play ball. Please and thank you.

Okay, okay.

Finally!

I will fix this, I promise. Trust me.

I really fucked up this time.

We agree on that.

I'm just beating around the bush instead of going for the root.

What is the root?

- Díaz Bueno. - Yes.

We have to stop him from using the Anacronopete.

My God...

May I? You're so slow I can feel my hair growing.

Here it is.

He escaped recently from the asylum.

- March 18 at 18:30. - March 18, 18:30...

- Where are you going? - To visit him.

- I'll go with you. - Do as I say, okay?

It depends.

ONE MONTH EARLIER

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

It's the Anacronopete. You know it, right?

- No. - Bah.

This country lacks culture. You are living proof.

I'll go wherever I like with it.

- Through time? - Yes.

It's way more efficient than the Ministry of Time's doors.

I see you still believe in that.

Don't interrupt me.

You can't reach every date through the doors.

In this machine, you only have to set up a date,

get to that year, and then go wherever you want.

Everyone thinks it's a science fiction novel,

but its author, Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau,

drew some blueprints.

It took me many years to find them.

What will you do with them?

I already ordered its construction.

It's almost finished.

That's why I need you to sign my discharge.

I think that won't be possible, Mr. Díaz Bueno.

You are still delusional.

Yes, it will be possible. I assure you.

Speaking of delusions, you should check that message.

Yes. That's Anita, your daughter.

And that guy with her works for me.

I'm sorry to say that he has a bad temper.

- Are you threatening me? - I am just negotiating.

You decide. You have two options.

Either you free me and send a fortune to a Swiss account for me, or...

Well, you can imagine.

Choose fast.

I'd like to be home at seven.

- Get in the car. - Who are you?

Your whore of a mother. Get in. Come on.

I see. The Ministry of Time is fucking my life up again.

You'll be very comfortable in Loarre.

Should we go in?

No. Wait until they come out.

- I'm not going to Loarre. - Really?

What are you looking at? Do you have a date?

You have one minute left to free me.

Why would we do that?

If you don't, the Ministry will blow up.

I know it relocated a year ago. One of my shell companies was there.

They set an explosive in the coffee machine.

Your people will die.

But you can avoid it if you let me go.

If you can blow it up, why haven't you done it before?

I always keep an ace up my sleeve to negotiate.

You better let me go.

I was supposed to meet my men an hour ago.

They'll notice something's wrong. They know what to do.

He is bluffing.

I never bluff.

What have you done?

What I had to.

Angustias!

Angustias.

Oh, My God! You are alive!

- I'm glad you weren't inside. - Where is everyone?

All of them?

All of them.

Except you two and Lola.

She wasn't feeling well, so she stayed home.

Come to the ambulance. I have to examine you.

- Let's go. - Where?

I'm going back to kill that bastard before he blows up the Ministry.

Don't you get you can't change time? Something worse will happen.

You saved Lola, but what do you think she would say?

Would she want you to save her if that meant everyone dying?

It's over, Pacino.

I know it hurts, but let her go.

- Hi. - Hi. How are you?

Angustias said you were ill.

Yes, but I'm feeling better now.

How are you?

Is everything okay at the Ministry?

Come.

Come.

Come with me.

What is it?

Come with me. Come.

Carolina was right. I had to stop messing with the past.

Even if I lost Lola.

That's why I mended everything from the start.

Hi, there.

You could have brought me a latte.

Drinking too much coffee is bad for you.

And what about you?

I'm already a lost cause.

You're so clever.

What's with the stare?

What are you doing?

I'm checking we didn't leave any loose ends

when we saved Julián, so history won't change.

An alarm would have gone off. But they often fail.

They often fail.

Salvador wants to see us. Yours didn't ring?

Didn't we agree on being discreet?

I don't care about that. I don't care.

You are acting weird, Pacino.

- Very weird. - Yes.

- Let me finish here. - Okay.

I should be going to the Prado Museum instead of Paris.

- That again? - This guy is a pain in the ass.

Don Diego, you heard Salvador.

You're our best option to convince Picasso.

- In that case... - It will be fine, you'll see.

Good afternoon.

I knew you would be here.

So? You didn't trust me?

I had no doubt about you, Pacino.

I wanted to see her until the very last moment.

Right.

Don't lose hope.

Lola could still be alive in the present.

You think so?

Come on. Let's go back to our time.

I'm recording this video for two reasons.

Firstly, for myself.

In case that, after so much coming and going,

I forget who I am or what I've done.

Secondly, because if this goes wrong, I want this to be evidence.

I'm the only one who is responsible for this.

I'm not deleting the videos.

One shouldn't regret what he did out of love.

Even if it means making mistakes.

Let me give you some advice.

Don't try to change the past. It's tough as hell.

ANACRONOPETE. TWO WEEKS EARLIER. AFTER LOLA'S KIDNAPPING.

Here. Drink this.

You've always been too untrusting, Lola.

How do you know my name?

We met a while ago.

Or rather, we'll meet in the future.

You haven't changed a bit.

You are the same old Lola I knew.

I need you, honey.

We can do great things together.

In time, you'll fall for me again.

Where do you think you're going?

You don't believe me?

Let me tell you what will happen if you don't drink.

You'll get old suddenly.

Do you believe me now?

What is that?

1945... World War II.

Bad year for stopping in. Shit!

IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF THE MINISTRY OF TIME

It's 40 years since we met.

I like that you remember the day we met.

- Are you new? - Is it so obvious?

Only rookies say thank you. My name is Sofía.

- Why does he know me? - I don't know.

But you really messed up now.

Einstein murdered in Spain?

They suspect Emilio Herrera. No way. They were friends.

Only I can figure this out. No one must know.

Ignacio María Ayerbe De la Fuente Jiménez Salgado.

- What a cretin. - Scoundrel.

- Fopdoodle. - Zounderkite.

- Scobberlotcher! - Just a complete asshole.

The project was stopped for two days

before Spanish science touched the sky!

And not metaphorically!

Follow me. Your invention can't fall into the wrong hands.

What year is he in?

1936, Madrid.

Of course I spend money in canvasses and paint!

Do you intend me to paint with felt-tip pens?

I am a painter of souls!

Paint cheaper souls, then.

You get paid in two different centuries.

Why is Salvador doing field work?

No...

Who was the first man to step on the moon?

Kuliakov.

Olé!

Here we go again.

- Any news about Salvador? - I know nothing.

She and I are alike.

She is a bad liar, too.