I bring a message from Don Salvador and it is something very urgent.
-Doesn't he remember anything? -Only one person.
He has woken up crying out foryou.
Elizabeth I of England
she has been murdered before being queen.
Oh là là!
Damn, they really knew each other.
You can't meet your lover again and shake hands, he'd suspect.
Are you pregnant?
Hello Julian. No, my name is not Julián.
Who is the guy that is with my family?
The authentic Eulogio Romero.
You must go immediately to save Elizabeth.
Why does the queen want to kill her?
Maria wants to get rid of her sister
to protect the life of her future child who,
by the way, according to history, she never had it.
Do you know who is he?
What am I doing dreaming of a dead man?
I smell a brawl. And me.
Spanish tercios, protect the king!
(SHOUTS)
Motherfucker.
I see a woman running.
It's Maite, your wife.
Maite...
I would never have forgiven myself if the king would be killed in my presence.
And you have prevented it.
And these corridors with so many doors?
(CHISS)
Do you really not want to go back to the Ministry?
-Don't ask me, please, you know I can't.
-Irene went to look for something she couldn't find
and that now you must find: the receipt of the "Guernica".
The painting was commissioned by the republican government to Picasso
in the middle of the Civil War.
If we find the receipt, it becomes clear to whom the painting belongs.
-What do you like most about the Prado? -Velázquez is the best.
Have you seen "Las Meninas"?
-Yes, of course, several times, who has not seen "Las Meninas".
Why did you do it? I couldn't go back to jail.
So I won, they didn't.
That's it, Federico.
# Mommy, I am beautiful. # Mommy, I am beautiful.
# My blond hair, # my pretty face.
# Ugly Menina, my pretty face.
# I want to go out # in a painting by Velázquez.
# Mommy, why doesn't # Velázquez paint me?
# Why is always you # and Daddy?
# Mommy, could it be that I # am not very pretty?
(SIREN)
# Miss Margarita, # I only follow orders,
# but hear a secret:
# I am painting you.
# Did you see that in the painting # other painting is being painted?
# Well actually, madam, # I am painting you.
# I'm doing # something revolutionary.
# Call me Velázquez, # that is extraordinary.
# The boy from Seville # came to raise the mark,
# to teach the fool # how to do it.
♪ So am I pretty? ♪
(MUSIC)
The truth is that it look fucking great.
My Meninas!
How are you?
All right.
What have you been doing lately?
Personal issues.
And what are you doing now?
Well, I'm checking if when we save Julián,
we left some loose end that could change history.
But some alarm would have ring, right?
It doesn't always jump.
(PHONE)
Salvador, wants to see us.
Hi.
Hello.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that Don Julián Martínez returns to work with us.
Thanks, thanks. And the bad...
-The bad news is that "Las Meninas" have disappeared.
How? Have "Las Meninas" disappeared?
They were gone in front of my own eyes.
-We have received a call from 1937, from the Prado Museum.
"Las Meninas" and other paintings of great value have disappeared
when they were transferred to Valencia
during the bombings of the Civil War.
-There is a message for you.
-Sorry, wait a minute.
What happen?
It's Renau.
He wrote to me from Paris in 1937.
Picasso is not painting the "Guernica".
Really took us a lot to bring it to Spain.
Sorry, who is Renau? He is a great artist
and general director of Fine Arts during the war.
Apart from an excellent agent of this Ministry.
-Two alarms and both on the same date.
May 3, 1937.
-Too much of a coincidence, right? -AHA.
And even more when Picasso was director of the Prado Museum of the time.
You must go to Paris to see what happens.
Is there a door there?
Since 1914, in the Church of the rue de la Pompe.
Alfonso XIII ordered a mission to the Claretian Fathers
to serve the more than 90,000 Spanish emigrants
that was then in Paris.
And a moving door was placed in a confessional.
Well, Irene, Pacino and Velázquez will go to Paris.
Lola and Julián, to Madrid in 1937 to find "Las Meninas"
and all the works of art that have disappeared.
-No, I'm going to the Prado. -Velázquez...
-I'm going to the Prado! What have I...? -Velázquez!
Only one genius can convince another genius
and you've already done it once, huh?
Get out immediately.
-Let's do this!
Sir...
You have been very well with Velázquez.
-When you're on your nerves,
I don't want to be around him because it drives me crazy.
Sorry.
Nothing, we're already here again.
What a shit.
Bismarck already said it, Spain is the strongest country in the world.
The Spanish have been trying for centuries to destroy it
and they have not succeeded.
Bismarck, yes, I don't know who he was, but he nailed it.
(MUSIC)
Wow, how wonderful.
Stunning.
-Where could be my "Meninas"?
What was the name of the guy we have to look for?
Sergeant Torres.
How are you doing being you again? Messy.
And more coming back in a mission to this year.
I see.
Well, you know you can count on me if you need it.
Are you sure?
I already met another Lola Mendieta and she was not very trustworthy.
Well, you just said it, it was another Lola Mendieta.
I hope so, I am also another Julián Martínez
and I have less patience than the last one.
Hey, excuse me, excuse me, if you wear it like this, it will break.
Hey! That can get dust.
What's going on here? We are looking for Sergeant Torres.
He died a couple of nights ago in a bombardment,
he was a good soldier, a pitty. Wow.
Sorry. Wow.
Well, how can I help you?
We come to help with transfers, we are art conservators.
And what is that?
We restore and care for paintings. That's.
Yeah, well, they'll have time for that when the war is over.
Now what we need is people to monitor the rooms.
Let's see, we are also good for that.
Well follow me.
Very good.
Let's see what the hell we do now.
No wonder he doesn't paint with so much party, my goodness.
(SCREAMS)
Good afternoon, Don Pablo,
we came to do a report for the magazine "Art and health".
Spanish people. Yes.
And very much Spaniards.
-Well, let's have a drink.
"Merci".
What a great hair you have, sir.
It looks more like a warehouse than a museum, doesn't it?
A virgin...
A saint and a martyr...
A king.
Of balls.
I'm a republican and an atheist and here I am,
protecting pictures of kings, saints, Christs and martyrs.
And you, why aren't you at the front?
You're young.
Asthma.
Hey, what do you know about the trucks that take the paintings to Valencia?
I have carried many, back here, next to the Buen Retiro house.
(SIREN)
(SIGHS)
They are already here.
Today we also have a bomb-snack.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
The Lord is with you, blessed are you among women...
Didn't you just say you're an atheist?
Yes, but my mother asked me, being in danger,
I would pray to the Virgen de las Angustias.
And a mother is a mother.
(PLANES)
(MUSIC)
You like clean lines, break, of course, break.
But break there, well with the stroke, right?
-Like a crystal. -Like a crystal.
Well, that face sounds familiar to me.
So Velazquez, so...
-Let's see, he's changing the subject, eh, don Pablo?
-I remember, Els Quatre Gats, Barcelona.
But it can't be him, it's been a long time.
-Impossible.
We were talking about the painting that you should be painting.
If I tell you the truth, I don't even know what to paint.
I am blocked.
What is the use of art today in a world that is falling apart
-But, Pablo, please...
To show the barbarism of war.
Goya and "The executions".
Or "The slaughter of Chios", by Delacroix.
-Was it something? We haven't even been half the 20th century
and we already have a world war, a civil war in Spain...
A human being invented the airplane to fly
and uses it to kill.
As in Guernica. -Good subject for a painting.
Yes, the truth is yes.
Who is that woman?
Joséphine Baker, the queen of Paris.
Don't get your hopes up,
He likes figs more than turnips.
(PIANO)
(SING IN FRENCH)
-Tomorrow you will have what's yours.
-And what's mine?
-You will find it where I told you.
It's over, another day alive.
Well, I'm going with my wife.
So if they kill me tomorrow, seize the day.
Do you leave the guard post?
Today I did not have to be here, I have done a friend a favor.
Must be upon arrival.
That is if he was not killed in the bombardment.
No kidding, he's like a cat, he has seven lives.
-Excuse me.
-This is my friend Carlos.
-Hello.
-You see? Hi.
My friend Carlos has seven lives, like a cat.
No one has that many.
(SING IN FRENCH)
(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)
What did she told you?
To don't try to leave without her.
At the first shot?
Damn, people don't waste time here, huh?
"Merci".
They will forgive me, but I am tired.
I'm going to sleep.
Leave the absinthe, pal.
Please, what France, Italy!
-How drunk is your friend. I know.
Where are you staying? Hey?
In... La rue de la Pompe, next to the Spanish church.
But that is in the middle of nowhere.
Yes.
Come to my workshop, I have everything just in case friends sleep over.
Yes, it will be better, thank you very much.
What the fuck! Shit!
Main your head.
Come in. -Look what... Oh, how nice.
-There you have mattresses and blankets.
Very well thanks. Thank you.
Carefully. Mine Mine...
Be careful, take it. It is done.
Careful, don't move.
Oh, the head! Nothing, nothing happens.
Oh, here.
Pass me the blanket. Yes I'm comming.
Let's see.
There you have the mattress.
Coexistence kills love, completely.
Are you to tellig me? I liked Velázquez.
And look now.
I say this for Dora Maar.
She was ahead of her time,
a pioneer in the defense of human rights,
defender of free love.
Well, now she looks like the old woman peeking from the corner,
Picasso is an expert in crushing great women.
Oops...
Great...
(WOMAN GASPS)
Fuck...
What style, huh?
How he has turned things around.
And what energy.
(VELÁZQUEZ SNORES)
Damn, the missing one.
(SNORES)
Touch your....
Good,
one day we can say that we couldn't sleep
because of Velázquez and Picasso.
(GASPS)
Pacino... huh?
I think I'm going back to the party. (LAUGHS)
What?
Nothing, you're leaving with the darky, right?
Sure, whitey. (LAUGHS)
(GASPS)
Will not be long. It takes what it takes.
(VELÁZQUEZ SNORES)
Hey, if Picasso goes, you let me know.
It won't move.
(VELÁZQUEZ SNORES)
(CLICKS THE TONGUE)
Bitch is your fucking mother!
Take it.
Are you Spanish?
Yes, what a coincidence, right?
Thank you.
Clara Campoamor?
We know each other?
No, not personally, but...
I know your work.
In Spain, we owe her the female vote.
And I owe you now that my purse hasn't been stolen.
Pleasure.
My pleasure.
Fuck...
Time is a scarf.
Indeed.
Hey, that guy and you...?
We loved each other, yes.
And a lot.
Was so much evident? And its evidenent, evident.
Should I take a photo of you to see how you look at him?
It is not what you think.
That bastard almost got us killed with Franco.
When did you meet him?
In 1940.
And I assure you, at the time, he was not a traitor.
He helped me save many lives byputting hs at risk
and defended and will defend Madrid until the end of the war.
How well you know his life, right?
You do not even imagine it.
You really don't know what it was like. But I know how it will be.
Traitors are born, not made.
Where are you going, Lola?
To talk to him,
has always had the best contacts,
maybe you can help us. You have nothing to talk to him about.
What if it has to do with the theft of the paintings?
He assured you that he would not have crossed Madrid under the bombs
to watch over the museum.
You can jeopardize the mission by mixing up the personal,
Do you understand that?
Wow, I thought you were the expert on these issues.
It seems that you have informed yourself very well about me.
Yes.
Do you know how many times I have thought of taking a door to 1943
and shoot Carlos?
Too late, I already have.
Now you know why I looked at him like that.
Does the Ministry know about this?
They suspect, but have no proof.
Nor will they.
Why are you telling me?
Because I need you to trust me.
(VELÁZQUEZ SNORES)
Have you read my book
My mortal sin, "The female vote and me".
I love.
That day was a historic day.
And my end as a member of the congress.
After getting all the women to vote,
everyone turned their backs on me.
Right and left wings.
The saddest thing was that Victoria Kent fought against the female vote.
A woman should never do that.
I did not imagine you in Paris.
I'm writing
and Spain is now a bad place for writing.
But I will be back in a few weeks.
I want to be in Madrid when we win the war.
Than?
That I have to go.
We will see again?
Hopefully.
Why are you asking me so many questions about the transfer of the paintings?
You better tell me who you are.
I have a better idea, I'll tell you who you are.
Your name is Carlos Munuera Mateu, you were born in Burgos,
but you came to Madrid when you were a kid
because the insurance company where your father worked promoted him.
Your mother died a week after the uprising,
breast cancer.
And you are now in Madrid in the Information Service
because you were wounded on the Aragon front.
Do I continue? How do you know all that?
Because I am part of a secret government unit.
I think the best thing would be for you to come with me to find out if that's true.
If it is not, do not make future plans.
It is you who has to worry about his future
if you are involved in the robberies we investigate.
What robberies are you talking about?
Paintings have disappeared in the transfers.
"Las Meninas" by Velázquez, among them.
If that were true, everyone would know.
Well, I propose you a deal:
pull your strings, if you have them.
And if "Las Meninas" have not disappeared, I am here,
I will not move from the museum.
It's okay,
I will do it.
And a tip: don't trust anyone, everyone is suspicious, everyone.
And why am I not?
Why do you think I know your life?
Because we have investigated all about you
and you're the only one who deserves trust.
(SNORING)
Hello!
Son of a bitch.
Hey!
The young master has already woken up, huh?
Picasso painted the "Guernica", he deceived us.
What I don't understand is why.
-I don't know why, but I think I know because of whom.
Last night Picasso met a man
and his face turned.
-Who was?
-No idea, but in the haze of the hangover,
a face is appearing to me...
Bring me a chamomile, otherwise, instead of a Velázquez,
I'm going to paint a bacon.
"Por favor".
-Because you are Velázquez, if not...
I would pour it in your back.
-What is it, Ernesto?
-I've discovered something that doesn't add up. -Tell me.
-Well, according to the alarm from the Prado Museum,
transfers due to the bombings were carried out
in early May 1937. -That's right.
-Well, "Las Meninas" were evacuated a year later,
so one of two,
or the fucking butterfly is back, as you say,
or the thief of "Las Meninas"...
-Is a time traveler.
This way, no?
Be careful
-Has there been any setbacks or is everything going according to plan?
-Everything correct, nothing remarkable.
-You don't know how I appreciate your collaboration, officer.
-You don't have to thank me for anything, it's been a pleasure.
-If I need you again, I'll call you.
-You know where to find me.
(TAKING PICTURES)
But...
What a bastard...
Where is Picasso? I do not know i do not know.
When I woke up, neither he nor Dona Maar were here.
They will have gone to have a strong breakfast, because, come on,
tonight they burned more calories than the one who invented the marathon.
-The case is that I would have sworn to have portrayed him earlier.
-He is drawing the guy who was talking to Picasso last night.
At the party. At the party, yes.
What, ready?
-No, I'm missing some relief.
-But what relief?
-I don't like showing an incomplete work,
I need to shade. -Please shade!
Taking.
Again...
Yes, you don't know how happy I am.
Ah, I hope to see you around here soon, huh?
Meanwhile, enjoy the family.
Goodbye.
-How are you?
-It seems that Alonso is recovering well.
-I'm glad, we don't have too much staff.
(NODS)
-How I admire that man, always ready to give everything,
even his life.
And it has more merit with a small baby.
Yes... Yes, what?
-That you should see more often your son, Ernesto.
Isn't that what you're thinking? -No, no, no.
Thank God you still don't have the power to read minds.
-Sure.
(MESSAGE) "I have sent you some photos by email,
you won't believe who's here. "
It's Diaz Bueno.
"Wasn't he locked in the madhouse?"
-Yes, that's what I thought.
What I don't understand is how he was able to flee.
(ANGUSTIAS NODS)
-Irene just sent me this.
-What the fuck!
-Look, now I pass it to you, it's her.
Velázquez saw him talking to Picasso last night.
Yes, do not lose sight of Picasso in case Díaz Bueno reappears.
-Wait,
How is it possible that I was in Paris last night
and the next day in the morning in Madrid?
In 1937, there was no chance of being on time.
-Unless he has a book of the doors.
-We took away the one he had.
-He may have a new copy. -No, no, we recovered them all.
Just a moment...
That means... -That means
that there may be an infiltrator of Díaz Bueno
in this current Ministry.
-Aren't you thinking about Lola?
-Well, Diaz Bueno was his accomplice
when they stole art through time.
-But it was the other Lola.
-Can you think of a better explanation?
Trust me, Carlos will come.
You shouldn't have told him anything, we already know who is the thief.
But I remind you that our mission
it's not just knowing who the thief is.
We have to find "Las Meninas" and the rest of the stolen paintings.
And for that, we have to know where they are.
Salvador.
What does it say?
They have confirmed that this is Díaz Bueno.
And what do we know about him?
That we stopped him on a mission in 1520,
I was trafficking in art at different times.
How is it possible that he had the book of doors?
I don't know, he said he got it
in an antique shop, I think, or something like that.
Hey, take it easy!
Take it easy...
You were right about the theft of the paintings.
Count on me.
I think with the microphone on the bed
and this one here is enough.
Hurry, please, they can come at any time.
Almost there, almost there.
(DOOR)
Why I would have to say something, they are coming...
they are coming, they are coming... - Ready.
-Wow, are you still here?
-A question, Don Pablo,
How can you say that you are blocked if you are painting this wonder?
-Out!.
-Goodnight.
Bonne nuit.
(MUSIC)
Something new?
Dora is talking.
He says that maybe he should have told Renau the truth.
These hide something, for sure.
Picasso replies that he does not want to talk about it
and take off her clothes. Fuck...
I've seen porn with more elaborate script twists than this.
-What happens now? Hey?
What happens?
Nothing, take it, put them on yourself, see if you find out.
I do not speak French. You will get it for sure. Take it.
There.
For Esperanza Macarena Virgin, they are fornicating.
-Yes... Stay tuned there, come on.
If something happens, you tell us, put them on.
Good that?
How about Josefina?
I didn't go back to the party.
And where were you then?
I met Clara Campoamor and we had breakfast together.
Who?
The woman I admire the most in the world, Pacino.
She got
that all women have the right to vote.
Very good.
Well, that, that's called maturity. what?
Well, that...
Well, sex, in the end, is not the most important thing in life.
Don't say bullshit.
The nights of love that are lost are never recovered.
I don't understand why women talk about love
when you are really talking about sex.
Maybe because our brain is
a tad more complex and more sensitive than yours?
(LAUGHS)
Fuck...
What I have been...
How much lust, my God.
Hey, are these the reinforcements I asked you for?
Braulio and his wife?
In the current situation, they are the only ones I could trust.
-Dont worry, I know how to use a weapon.
-Because I taught you, otherwise... -That's right, Agustina.
-In that and in everything.
Agustina, good name to go to war.
(MUSIC)
(LOUDLY) They are insatiable.
-Lower your voice, man. We are here wasting time.
We're going over there,
I extract the truth from Picasso one way or another.
Five minutes, patience. There is a knock on the door.
The door opens.
Silence.
Dora says something.
In French.
Oh, what a bad character this man has.
You see.
He says that finally...
Picasso says: "This is worth more than 'Guernica'".
Take it. Let's go now.
Who pays? Come on, Velázquez,
Spend your maravedíes. Come on, come on, run, Pacino.
I have no remaining daily alloances. -For absinthe yes, huh?
We get off here.
The rest of the way we do it on foot.
I ask for a pistol, that the rifle weighs a hundredweight.
Take.
Let's go?
What you and I don't do, nobody will do here.
Put your hands up, so I can see them!
Damn, what good aim, right? Man of little faith.
Didn't you hear him? Hands up!
And everyone there!
Come on.
Get some ropes.
Down.
- Apparently, you have something to celebrate.
-Definitely.
Nothing.
There are a lot of pictures in the other room.
Is not ther "Las Meninas" or any work by Velázquez.
Let's see, where are "Las Meninas"?
Speaks!
Hey...
"Las Meninas" is not a very big picture?
How big? Well...
I don't know, i could say huge, look, come.
Look.
But this is "Guernica".
What the hell is he doing here?
He is ugly like my balls.
And is that art?
Julian...
(TV) "Say hello to the Ministry of Time."
-I know it's hard to believe, but it's true.
And I don't regret it.
I have sacrificed my work
for the greatest work of art of all time, "Las Meninas".
"One thing, Don Pablo, for me to find out."
This man stole "Las Meninas"
and sent you a photograph to prove that he had it.
-Yes.
-And then he offered to exchange them for "Guernica".
And he said that if he didn't accept the deal, he would destroy it.
-Correct. -Hideputa.
And you delivered the "Guernica" for nothing.
How in exchange for nothing? I painted it.
I collected rent for this studio and a small amount of money
and a man, Araquistáin,
He offered me 150,000 francs from the government, which I did not accept.
Well, you should have.
If they do it again, acept it and ask for a receipt.
Are you calling me penny-pincher?
It would not be the first time.
It is said that I like money, it is true,
but it cannot be said that it does not feel Spain.
(VIBRATION)
(THROATY)
Excuse me, I must go...
I must go "au toilet". I accompany her.
"Merci".
Do you know how many times I have said "no" to the government of France
when did offer me French nationality?
That I'm not Spanish, they say.
Is it not evident?
Goya, bullfighting in my paintings.
I plan to make versions of "Las Meninas".
- Of course, "Las Meninas" has lot of possibilites.
-I thought in case they were destroyed,
but I'm going to paint them anyway.
When I die and someone sees my painting,
if they do not realize that I am Spanish, should be blind or ignorant.
We have recovered the "Guernica" in Madrid.
-Salvador, I have spoken with the Ministry of 1937,
They send reinforcements to protect "Guernica".
The embassy in France will be in charge of "Las Meninas",
they will surely take the painting to Switzerland.
It's okay? -Hey?
No, no, not yet.
When I think about what would have happened
if we hadn't been successful...
My quills shake.
-There is something that I do not understand,
Why does Diaz Bueno want the "Guernica"
instead of "Las Meninas"? They are both worth a lot of money.
-Who bought "Las Meninas" could not show them to anyone.
If it did, it would face global demand.
-But there are always crazy people who buy stolen paintings
to enjoy them alone. -Bah...
The vanity of owning a piece of art overcomes everything;
And fianlly, you end up showing it to someone.
And when two know it, the secret is over.
On the contrary, in May 1937, no one,
except us and Picasso himself,
knows of the existence of "Guernica".
Díaz Bueno would expect to sell it this year.
And, nowdays, to find an unpublished Picasso of that year
and those proportions
it would break all records in the art market.
-Today luck has accompanied us.
-As Luis Aragonés once said:
"Luck does not exist,
there is only bad luck. "
Too bad you leave Paris,
It is not easy to find 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 that comes to me from Spain says otherwise.
He will win it, I know.
How do I know that the book you write now is called
"The Spanish revolution seen by a republican".
How do you know?
I have not told anyone.
I also know that you will write a biography of Concepción Arenal
and another by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz.
Do you read mind
It's possible.
And an advice,
don't stay here either.
The Germans will invade Paris.
I think the ideal place for you may be Buenos Aires.
Thank you for fighting for all women.
What did you say
Don't stop fighting
never.
Good advice.
-There's one thing that still buzz my head.
Why did you tell Picasso
who will accept the money of the Republic?
Because Araquistáin will give him a receipt and he will sign it.
And that will be key for Spain to demonstrate to the Guggenheim
that the painting belongs to Spain.
And so "Guernica" may return to Spain in 1981.
I'm witness of it.
-Well, you're in everything, huh? My goodness, how effective.
Yes, for sure. One thing,
I will not go with him on mission again.
Why? Why not.
What have you done? About whom is he talking about?
About you. You are very intense.
Well, nice to meet you.
Hopefully we'll see you soon. Yes, hopefully.
Let's go?
Now i go
I'll wait for you in the car.
I think your partner is a little jealous of me.
It's possible.
Good and...
Did you want to tell me something?
Yes.
I wanted to tell you that...
Goodbye.
(NOISE)
Carlos! Carlos!
(SHOTS)
Lola!
Stop!
Let her go.
This time, you will not ruin my plans.
(SHOOTING)
Hold on, hold on.
No, no, you can't die yet.
Have a good trip, friend.
Okay, so how the hell do we rescue Lola now?
Take it,
drink this.
What is it? Is the fluid Garcia:
allows you to travel through time without aging or rejuvenating.
You have always been very suspicious, Lola.
How do you know my name?
We met a long time ago.
Or we will meet in the future.
-Do you know anything about Lola?
-I think you should take a few days off.
-Well, I think I should keep looking for her.
-Hello.
I am solely responsible for what will happen.
I will change the past.
Lola is in no condition to go on a mission.
What a shit. Spaniards killing Spaniards.
Everything will be fine.
I want to give you your first mission.
Now? But if I am not ready.
-With this machine, I will be able to travel through time.
-I've screwed up again. -You don't know how much.
-It's if you didn't try to change the time all the time...
Everything ok in the Ministry?
There will be no place in the world or in past centuries
Where the murderer can hide, we will find him.
I had to have gone on that mission.
I was the one who had to be dead, me.
A prisoner is never denied a drink.
It is still early.
Was "El Anacronópete" not
a novel by Enrique Gaspar and Rimbau?
That's what I thought, that it was just a novel.
Do not try to change the past, it is total disaster.