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Emilio Herrera suspected of killing Einstein.

Emilio Herrera. Just today.

I have to handle this on my own.

We've asked for a budget increase for a year.

Now a delegate is here to talk about it.

- Lout. - Any word on Salvador?

- Which Salvador? - Salvador.

Salvador... I don't know anything.

- Coffee? - Mikhail Kuliakov,

the first man to step on the moon, has died in Moscow.

The work of Emilio Herrera, the Spanish scientist, was crucial.

He gave the USSR his invention, the space helmet.

- Not again. - The Russians want the helmet.

I'm here to stop them.

- He's stealing the helmet. - Yes. You're right.

Do you want Hernán Cortés to conquer Mexico with a Kalashnikov?

I was kidding, Irene.

- Which year is he in? - 1936, Madrid.

Drop the guns.

I need canvasses and paint!

Do you intend me to paint with a felt-tip pen?

- Anything else? - No, that's all.

Thank you. You saved my son.

- Did I mess up? - No. You are a hero.

From that point, I thought that whatever happened to Herrera

- would be my responsibility. - Who are you?

Ignacio María Ayerbe De la Fuente Jiménez Salgado.

- It sucks, huh? - Do you want to see my ID?

You are off to a bad start with me.

- Here we go again! - Emilio Herrera?

Yes. You are in a 1947 French newspaper.

- Did you want to see me? - Was my life worth living?

This is for you.

- A moon rock. - We'll reach the moon.

In 1969, with a space helmet based on yours.

Now it all has meaning.

I had a row with my wife the other day.

Just because I told her friend Montse that she looked a bit fatter.

My wife said I was rude, mean, insensitive...

I couldn't believe it.

So I asked her, "Is she fatter or not?"

And she told me, "Yes, but you can't say that to her.

It's not politically correct."

Politically correct? What is that?

Fortunately, next day they talked about it in the newspapers.

About political correctness.

I found out what is it about.

It means that whatever you say you can't offend anyone.

I thought telling the truth could take you anywhere!

But no. We live in politically correct times.

Prices don't go up now. They adapt to inflation.

Workers don't get fired. They readjust to the market.

If your child fails a subject, he didn't fail.

He is not progressing adequately.

Now people don't starve.

They're five points below the minimum wage.

If you kill a guy, he's still a victim.

If you kill 1,500, it's collateral damage.

Now I can't tell my boss he makes me sick.

I have to say that he makes me feel a bit under the weather.

And I'll have to tell my son the tale of Snow White

and the seven people whose height doesn't fit the canon.

Thank you very much.

- You were wonderful. - Thank you very much.

It's a shame that the audience doesn't get my humor.

I try to make intellectual jokes.

- People don't like to think. - Yeah, sure.

Now people only want to see famous guys stranded on an island,

or to know who is cheating on who.

And I ask myself, what did I study Grotowski for?

What would Stanislavski say?

- I don't know. - Let me tell you.

Stanislavski would say,

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I go?"

LA GRANJA DE SAN ILDEFONSO. NOVEMBER 19, 1832.

His pulse is very weak.

The drugs you gave him were useless.

Serves you right for trusting a liberal.

I am a doctor before a liberal and this man is my patient.

Please, Ferdinand, sign.

You can't leave the country to your brother.

Who could he leave it to, then?

- To a two-year-old girl? - Why are you here?

Can I not worry about my brother?

That's enough.

If you want to argue, do it outside.

I try to understand my characters.

- Their deepest feelings. - That is great.

But it's useless.

I go to every audition, but they always cast the same actors.

- Do you know why? - No.

- Let me tell you. - Excuse me.

- Hello? - I'm sending you some pictures

to show you how things are around here.

We must act now.

Good. Get it ready for tomorrow.

Thank you.

Mr. Cucalón, come see me first thing in the morning.

I have an offer that you can't refuse.

You are dying, you bastard.

Only a miracle can save you.

You can't leave the country to your brother.

Who could he leave it to, then?

- To a two-year-old girl? - Why are you here?

- Yes, why? - Can I not worry about my brother?

- Why is Carlos María Isidro there? - Such a fancy name.

I've never heard of him.

If we don't move, he'll be king, then you'll have heard of him.

Ernesto, please.

On September 16, 1832, King Ferdinand VII's health worsened.

He was convalescing in his palace in La Granja.

Queen Maria Christina was under pressure

from Calomarde's absolutists and she yielded.

She pressed the King to revoke the Pragmatic Sanction of 1830,

which stopped Carlos María Isidro from becoming king

instead of Isabella, the King's infant daughter.

They didn't like the idea of crowning a woman.

The previous Isabella did a good job in the 15th century.

- So, it was a coup d'état. - Yes.

He signed, but asked that the decree wasn't announced before his death.

If we don't hurry, that will happen soon.

Our friend Carlos seems anxious to be king.

- What should we do? - Nothing. You're on leave.

Julián will go. Where is he?

- He isn't picking up. - Keep trying.

I can't stay home, boss.

I'm too restless. I need action.

It's a matter of utmost urgency, sir.

All right. You'll go on this mission.

Okay. What do we have to do?

Regrettably, saving Ferdinand VII, the worst king Spain ever had.

With all due respect, I'm not okay about wishing harm to any king.

Really? Ferdinand VII ran away when Napoleon invaded Spain.

When the war ended, he exiled those who had fought for his country

and executed many others, like El Empecinado. Remember him?

Irene and I will bring Ferdinand here to treat him with modern medicine.

I've seen this man before.

Once Ferdinand is here, you'll go with his double to 1832.

Dr. Castelló, a ministry agent, will receive you.

You'll have to wait till he's healthy enough to go back to the past.

- His double? - Yes.

- Where will you get a double? - That's already covered.

Now I remember him!

That's Manolo, the lottery seller from Acacias 38.

Wow! How many shows are being shot here?

You can't imagine.

We truly live in the golden age of television.

So they say.

What are these? Cops?

- Requetés. - Reque... what?

I see history is not your thing.

No, but I'm a quick learner.

When will you show me the script? I'm dying to read it!

What do you mean I can't speak? Not at all?

You'll play the role of Ferdinand VII during a serious illness.

You basically have to lie unconscious.

Did you bring me here to be an extra? I don't get it. You saw my monologue.

Yes, you talked a lot. Sorry.

I mean that, during those moments of silence,

I noticed what a great actor you are.

Well, yes, I...

Sometimes silence speaks more than words.

- No doubt. - He is a fantastic actor.

You should see him as Manolo, the lottery seller of Acacias 38...

He made me laugh so much!

It was a dramatic role! The loss of his son tormented him.

Comedy and drama go hand in hand. He means that your acting felt true.

- And we want truth. - Truth.

Truth.

Thank you.

What is the show about?

Well, we are working on a new format, a historical reality show.

Did you call me in for a reality show?

Yes, but not a regular one. It's historical.

- Historical. - Historical.

It's the one thing left for reality shows.

Right. Will you film the whole time? That would change my rates.

No. When you are alone, for instance...

Pacino and Alonso will be your link to the producers.

They'll tell you when you're on camera.

Well?

Shall we sign the contract?

Come on.

- Great! To the dressing room. - Pacino, take a photo for us.

- What for? - For my little girl.

- She's one year old! - He doesn't mind!

No way, we are professionals.

Castelló. It's all set.

Operation Quisling begins in three, two, one...

- Here we are. - Hello, Castelló.

Be quick. The Queen could come at any moment.

She never wanted to see him. She is so tender now.

- Careful. - Such an opportunist.

- Come on. - Okay. To the count of three.

- Now. - One, two, three!

Shit, uric acid is so heavy.

I'll go in first.

Be careful with his foot...

Grab him! There we go.

I've got him.

- Be careful. - Watch your step, Ernesto.

- Come on. - Take him.

Here we go.

There.

- Let's go, quick. - Ready? Go.

Go.

Hurry!

Here we are!

Sorry, you can't bring the handbag.

It's just my phone and cigs.

Those are the rules, Mr. Cucalón.

Excuse me.

Watch out.

Come on.

Do you film hospital shows too?

- They have a big audience. - You bet.

That's unfair. Your dresses look very cool,

but I look like the ghost of Christmas past.

Dressed or naked, you're still a king.

And ill characters get all the awards.

What's with all the doors?

- They lead to different sets. - Wonderful.

This is our door.

Let the show begin!

God, this is narrow!

Mr. Cucalón. This is your doctor, Pere Castelló.

By the constitution... He looks just like the King.

Castelló... Which movies have you been in?

No. I am a theater man myself.

Damn, man! This is great! It looks like a real palace!

I should've asked for more money.

What's that? Did you bring a pacifier?

It cleans the vocal cords.

My daughter's vocal cords must be spotless then.

- Please. - Give me that.

Here. Hurry up to bed.

- What? - It smells like garlic, man.

The sheets are stained. Can we change them?

No. We need it to look realistic.

The other actors are coming.

As artists say, break a leg!

Spot on.

Your Highness.

Let me introduce you...

Jesús Méndez Pontón from... St. Charles Royal College of Surgery.

He is an expert on gout.

I thought you were the best doctor in the country.

A second opinion is always welcome.

Cover up. You will get cold.

He hadn't moved in a few days.

My very presence is healing him.

This is Alonso de Entrerríos. He will keep the King safe.

Never leave him alone.

Keep in mind who goes in and out of this chamber.

- I will, your Highness. - He will if I order it.

I pick the Royal Guards myself.

I follow the Queen's orders. Just like you.

Just a housefly.

They carry a lot of diseases.

I thought he would die tonight. Something failed.

Do you know what never fails? Weapons.

Don't rush it.

If the people see Ferdinand die a natural death,

they'll prefer you as an heir over a girl.

But if they see you seize the throne by strength, they would hate you.

- Why? - Ferdinand would become a martyr.

The Spanish people will eat up anything.

But they go crazy if they have a martyr to fight for.

May God free us from madmen.

- Are we recording? - No.

- Did I do well? - You groaned a bit too much.

This scene required me to act at a physical level.

Next time you feel that, keep it inside.

The other actors were great. I don't know any of them.

I hadn't seen such natural acting in a while.

To think I don't know them...

Luis San Narciso was the casting director.

I hope the cameras captured my performance.

Where are they?

There are some in... Where are you going?

I have to pee!

Use the potty under the bed.

Shit...

This is too much realism, isn't it?

This soup is chunky!

- They took care of every detail. - Shit. Okay.

An actor will do anything for a role.

- How are things at the palace? - Slow.

I feel like a security guard.

Do we need to keep watch at all times?

Boss's orders. I'll take care.

Thank you. This is more depressing than a Sunday afternoon.

Compared to this, Italian neorealism

is like a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movie.

- Any word on Julián? - No.

It goes straight to voicemail.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

His renal functions have improved thanks to dialysis,

but he should be conscious by now.

We need him to recover quickly.

I know...

Something's wrong.

He's gone into cardiac arrest. Code team! Hurry!

Hurry up!

- Do something, please. - Step aside.

Charge the paddles, quick!

Step aside.

- Is Cucalón still snoozing? - Yes. Castelló is with him.

How is he able to sleep in there? Those sheets stink.

- I've slept in the darndest pallets. - You?

You're used to viscoelastic beds now.

- You're a modern man now, dude. - In many aspects.

- Are you into social media now? - I'd rather go to hell.

- But... - No, no.

The thing is that the old Alonso would have never questioned the King.

But I can't respect a king that killed the people

who helped him win a war that he didn't fight.

- You're turning into a Republican. - Never!

But some things you can't forgive.

You should've met El Empecinado. He was a real soldier. A hero.

A real soldier...

And you?

And me? Me what?

You don't need to pretend with me.

I know it hurts to lose someone you love.

Then, you know the first day is horrible.

- The following days are even worse. - Exactly.

The news on the TV are the same.

I'd like to talk about them with her, but she isn't there.

I put on a movie

and think it'll make her laugh, but she isn't there.

Well, I close my eyes and she's with me until I wake up.

- They say time heals all wounds. - No.

- Memories grow stronger over time. - That'd be perfect, partner.

Because I'll never forget her.

- More? - Yes. We are in a hurry.

But, Minister, with this dose,

if we put one more drop, he'd be gone in a breeze.

- That is the idea. - What if the King notices?

My porridge has hints of zucchini and onion,

which leaves a special aftertaste.

Nonsense. We are poisoning him, not taking part in a cooking contest.

Let me at least balance the taste with a hint of cinnamon,

or a subtle touch of cocoa.

Forget about that.

The royal breakfast is ready.

Leave it there.

Come here. Come.

How did he pass the night?

So-so.

As we say in my town.

Nothing to report, Your Highness.

He's not getting better.

- But he's also no worse. - No worse.

You are a strange couple. May I ask how did you meet?

Of course.

Mr. Pontón is my pupil.

Another liberal.

So-so.

How ironic.

An enemy of the King looking after him

while those close to him want him to die so he does not sign.

Some loyalties are more important than ideology.

My greatest loyalty is to my trade.

Pick up the tray and go inside.

The King's breakfast.

Your Majesty, time for some nutritious porridge.

You may go.

I'll feed my husband myself.

Leave.

Let's go, Doctor.

Everyone must know their place here and how to behave.

Ferdinand...

I will speak from my heart.

I'm sorry for pushing you to sign the decree

that gives the crown to your brother.

But I was scared.

Not for me, but for our daughter.

Ernesto...

- What a devoted wife! - Ernesto!

- Sorry. - This is not love.

- She fears her luck is running out. - I'm worried about her girl.

This is not a TV show. This is real.

If Carlos takes the crown, our future is as dark as a cricket's ass.

I am not afraid anymore.

You can't be when you're about to lose everything.

That's why I pray. I pray every day for your recovery.

I can't take it anymore.

This is like a soap opera in period costumes.

What will be of our girls if Carlos is crowned?

These are my tears, husband.

The tears of a mother for her child.

No... Look!

- What is it now? - Look!

Speak up, Ferdinand, please.

I love you.

He loves her.

Me too.

What is he doing?

Doc, since I am your pupil, let me ask you something.

How did an enemy of the King become a royal doctor?

Years ago, I was in prison for my liberal ideas.

But the King had an attack of gout.

No one knew how to treat him. He was dying.

So they asked you to save him.

But why did you stay here?

Luckily, my position has allowed me

to save many liberals from the scaffold.

- And how do you keep yourself... - From killing him?

Sometimes I feel tempted to.

Excuse me.

- Hello, boss. - Things are bad.

Ferdinand VII is not recovering. We almost lost him tonight.

Gosh. So, Juanjo has to stay here?

Yes. But watch out. He's starting to go off script.

Script? He's not even supposed to speak!

That's the problem. He spoke.

Don't worry, boss. I'll give him some acting advice.

- What's wrong with everyone? - What is it?

Pacino wants to give him some acting advice.

He'd better hurry, or this show will change genres.

I'll check how the King is doing.

I'm dying to put an end to this show.

I'll get my blood pressure checked.

- Doctor, he has to get better. - I can't do much more.

I don't get how he is still alive.

Bad things never die.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Oh, Julián! You finally appeared!

I'm sorry, boss.

What do you mean you're sorry?

You are obliged to tell us where you are and why you aren't here.

This isn't a kindergarten.

Sorry. I went to see my family. My mother is sick. I decided to stay.

- I should've called earlier. - I see. Don't worry.

Sometimes we forget what really matters.

- If you need anything, call us. - Thank you.

My dear...

You'll sit on the throne someday, I promise.

Your Majesty...

What will you do with them when your brother is with God?

I don't care about their future.

I only care about one thing, Calomarde.

Spain. So much needs to be changed.

More than I could think while your brother reigned.

My brother... He's become a measly politician.

He'd make a deal with the devil just to keep his throne.

He restored the Inquisition, abolished by the liberals.

But Riego's coup scared him, so he abolished it again.

Nine years have passed already.

When I'm king, that's the first thing I will do.

Restore the Inquisition, which brought peace and glory to the realm.

Spain is sick. Those liberals want to corrupt our faith and morals

to divide the country founded by Ferdinand and Isabella,

by Charles and Philip.

Those were the days. We ruled the world.

Those days will come back.

Our glorious past will lead us to a bright future.

God, Fatherland, King.

God, Fatherland...

and me.

I said that you can't speak!

- It was just one line. - Not one!

- It smells like tobacco. - I was alone and off-camera.

Cervantes said, "Each actor is as God made him, aye, and often worse".

- Don't open it! It's really cold! - Shut up! Just stick to the script!

There is no script!

That's where an actor shows his worth.

As Shakespeare wrote, "if you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

If you poison us, do we not die?"

Did Shakespeare write this? Or Álvarez Quintero?

Swollen tongue.

Dilated pupils.

These are the same symptoms that the King had.

- We should get him out. - No! The show must go on.

I need the money, man.

It's a shitty business. If you fail once, you are done.

"If you poison us, do we not die?"

Doctor, I need to ask you a favor.

Castelló almost didn't find the vein.

Please, analyze the blood and compare it to Ferdinand's.

- No wonder dialysis didn't work. - Don't worry, boss.

The black widow of Legazpi taught me poisoning is a pain.

You can't detect it unless you look for it.

We'll do that now.

By the way, Doctor. If Ferdinand wakes up,

he must not find out about the Ministry.

- Never. - Yes, sir.

Doesn't every king know about it?

His father did and his wife will.

Also, Espartero was our agent.

- But he never knew. - Why?

He would've used it for his own benefit or destroyed it.

He was obsessed with shutting Spain off from any foreign influence.

In the Congress of Vienna of 1814, after Napoleon was defeated,

Spain didn't get anything.

All because His Majesty decided to close the borders.

I need to catch up on my history lessons.

- Good job, Pacino. - I'm going...

Is that the King's dinner?

It needed salt last time. That's unacceptable.

We'll kick you out of MasterChef.

Come on. Let's have a taste.

Come on, taste it. Don't you want to?

Why? It is poisoned, right?

- Confess, you fool. - Just a little soup.

- Open wide. - Open your mouth, damn it.

Please, I'm just a poor cook.

- Who did it? - Minister Calomarde made me do it.

Calomarde!

See? That was easy.

By the way, this never happened.

Otherwise, our next visit will be harder to swallow.

I have to be the character. Become the character.

He is delirious. He doesn't have much time.

Cold you go out, please?

He needs to rest, if you please...

Resist for your daughters, Ferdinand.

It's confirmed. Acute poisoning with arsenic.

The King, however, was slowly poisoned with low doses.

- Sons of bitches. - Here is the antidote. Dimercaprol.

I will administer it.

- Can I kill them? - There's been a change of plan.

We need Cucalón to recover naturally. He has to get up and start talking.

- We'll drive the poisoners crazy. - Cucalón unleashed?

I don't know about them, but he'll drive us crazy.

Come on. Have a little more.

There you go.

- Dude. - What?

The curtains and dresses are nice, but this catering is pretty bad.

They could put something in the rice.

- Doctor said bland diet, right? - Yes.

There. Chill, dude. You can speak and move around now.

- You looked terrible yesterday. - You may go.

Action!

Good day, Ferdinand. I am happy to see you so well.

I'd be better if they gave me roast lamb instead of rice.

- You are so funny. - He's recovered his sense of humor.

Doctor...

Allow us some privacy, please.

Like you said, I can move, speak and give orders again.

Please.

Get out.

Excuse me.

I've been thinking. It's sad that we've started to respect each other

when it almost was too late.

"An awareness of death encourages us to live intensely."

That's beautiful. Garcilaso?

Paulo Coelho.

I thought you would like to see your daughter.

Come in!

Oh! Who's coming this way?

Who is this sweetie?

My little Isabella is so lovely!

You mean Luisa Fernanda.

Princess Isabella is playing in the gardens.

Of course. My mind is still clouded.

My Luisa Fernanda looks so lovely!

Letting him speak wasn't a good idea.

How big you've grown!

Time flies so fast!

Do you love your daughters?

How can I not love them? They're blood of my blood.

Then you must amend what you signed, my love.

For Spain's sake. And for Isabella.

Sure. I will.

I am a father... before I am a king.

- He's a great actor. - I knew this was a bad idea.

Great first season of Love in regal times.

If he signs, Spain will be full of roundabouts before we have cars.

I'll check the documents in the National Library from 1832.

Yes.

Oh... Yes, I'll be right there.

Ferdinand VII has recovered.

I'll lecture him before I send him back.

- You two, rest. I'll call Angustias. - Yes, sir.

Go ahead.

I hear that my brother did not die. Instead, he feels better.

It is but a fleeting glimpse before the eternal darkness.

I am not so sure.

Sweet Lord in heaven!

You asked for my patience.

I'm afraid I ran out of it.

Finally, some fresh air.

There are no cameras around. You did a great job.

So much truth! You're a great actress.

You are delirious again.

Oh. Did they shoot out here too?

Don't fret, my Queen.

I am delirious with love.

Where have you brought me? What are these things?

Doctor, leave us alone.

- I'm glad to hear you say that. - And close the door, please.

Have you heard about purgatory? That's where you are.

Then, you brought me here to purge my sins before my soul ascends.

Two eternities wouldn't be enough to purge your sins.

- Liar. - You abandoned your people

during the French invasion.

The people won the war and asked you to come back.

So, what did you do?

You brought the 100,000 Sons of Saint Louis.

- Spain had to be cleansed. - From whom?

From Jovellanos, your best man?

From Goya, your best painter?

They had to exile,

but others weren't so lucky. Like El Empecinado or Torrijos.

They intended to kill me.

Sure.

You cannot atone for your sins if you do not regret them.

Wait.

Tell me what I should do.

Since you are the King, we will only ask for one thing.

Anything.

When you go back, make sure Isabella succeeds you.

You have one year left to live.

Do something for Spain's sake for once, Majesty.

I'll arrange it so you can sign tomorrow.

Oh! Maria Christina wants to rule us all!

Excuse me. This joke is from another time.

- I don't know what you mean. - Just nonsense.

A trifle. It came to mind and I said it.

Will you sign?

If I must sign, I'll sign.

If you sacrifice yourself, face everyone and sign...

I'll sacrifice myself and give you what I haven't given you for so long.

What is that cushion for? The beach?

Poor thing! You don't even remember!

Wait. What time is this on?

What if it is during children's viewing hours?

I don't understand. Just shut up and enjoy it.

No, no.

I am weak... I can't...

What the heck! Why not?

Didn't they want realism? I'll give them realism.

I am a king in bed!

Wait! The cushion!

To hell with the cushion!

- Your member is normal! - Hey!

No one complained about it before!

- All sorted out. - I wouldn't be so sure.

Damn him!

It's addictive. I can't take my eyes off them. Life live.

I'd sell the show if I were you.

Our budget constraints would end.

How's the artist? The boss told me he's fucking up.

Sensu stricto.

My God. The Queen will discover him.

From what I can hear, she already discovered him.

- Go in. - No, you go in.

You are a doctor.

Why? The damage is done.

King Ferdinand cannot copulate like other men.

- We're done. - They're not, it seems.

He meant that our mission is done.

The Queen realized Cucalón is not Ferdinand VII.

- Why? - The King...

His member is malformed.

- Malformed how? - It's huge.

- How huge? - Immense.

So much that he needs a cushion to copulate, something like a float.

Should I draw a picture?

He uses a cushion so as not to ravage the Queen, his wife.

That is why he did not have many children.

Is it clear now?

- Holy Inquisition. - Disgusting.

If she really discovered him, she doesn't seem to mind.

I don't know what remedy you gave him, but it works wonders.

That bastard!

So? Very nice, huh?

How could you lie with the Queen?

Why are you so worked up?

Reality show audiences love this kind of thing.

Goddamn you.

- Soldiers are coming. - Soldiers?

Yes, soldiers.

- I don't think they've come to help. - How many?

One regiment, at least.

Aren't they in the script?

You just can't trust a civilian.

You were a big fan. Juanjo Cucalón!

I admire him as an artist, not as a defender of Spain!

Time for plan B.

Hey! Those weapons are not from this age!

They are more effective.

Nice job, Cucalón.

Step aside.

Step aside!

Open.

Stop right there!

The price for treason is death.

The Queen and the doctor are the traitors here.

They covered my brother's death by using a fake.

Don't waste your lives for a fake king. Surrender.

Prove that he is a fake.

We will prove it.

Take his clothes off.

- Let him show us his private parts. - What is this?

The whole palace heard you tonight.

If you are real, you have nothing to hide.

A king doesn't need to hide anything.

White hands do not offend, my Lady.

Possibly. Maybe being exiled to a life in Teruel would offend you.

Nice slap.

According to history, the Queen's sister slapped him.

But we don't need to send another mission for it.

- What about Carlos María? - He was banished to Portugal.

Thus began the Carlist Wars.

As cruel as any war.

If we hadn't done anything, they wouldn't have existed.

There would have been other wars. History is what it is.

Do you think the King will sign in favor of Isabella?

He will, Angustias.

He will.

Did Castelló wink at us?

What a great man.

- And brave. - And handsome.

My conversation with the King was worth it.

What did you tell him?

I must be discreet. He is a king, after all.

How was the experience?

So, is he the real Ferdinand VII?

- Those weapons are not from this age! - They're more effective. Nice job.

Hurry. This way.

Hurry, please.

Who the hell is this?

I am Ferdinand VII, King of Spain!

Sure. And I'm Antonio Banderas.

Juanjo. This way, please. Hurry up!

What is on your mind?

He can't boast he was with the Queen.

It's not that.

Well, maybe a little.

But I was thinking about the times I auditioned

to play kings and I was rejected.

Now I'm the only actor that has been a real king.

- For two days. - No one can take that away from me.

- Well said. - You did a good job.

- Go rest for now. - Very well.

Yes, sir.

Great acting, by the way.

Any word on Julián?

He's taking a few days off to see his family.

His mother is sick.

Why are you here?

I missed you.

I don't get you. I left home two hours ago.

- Really? - Yes.

They've felt eternal.

Let me finish. See you in a while.

Some people shouldn't be allowed to have children.

- What is that? - I have no idea.

They are here.

Do many people work here?

We've known better times.

You are in the Ministry of Time.

Are you a watchmaker?

You're crazy.

And you just found the corpse of a one-year-old kid.

- How do you know? - I killed him.

It started six months ago,

when we realized that one of our best agents,

Julián Martínez, had been kidnapped.

We looked for him everywhere, but we couldn't guess where he was.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

- Where the hell am I? - In the year 2070.

Welcome to the future, Julián.

One of their agents was kidnapped six months ago.

It says on his reports that he went missing eight years ago.

If Julián hadn't been kidnapped,

no kid would've been buried next to the Ministry.

Who are you?

If we doubt each other, we don't deserve to be here.

Can't you see that this Ministry is going too damn far?

We always thought that we were the last Ministry.

That there wouldn't be another one after us.

We were wrong.

Subtitles: Pedro Bayarri Saura www.sdimedia.com