Merli. Sapere Aude (2019) s01e02 Episode Script

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Come on.
You're too excited,
the question is really quite simple:
Has anybody in this room
fallen in love with me?
Are there any students in here
whose heart skip a beat
when they see me
wandering around the halls,
moping around the corridors?
No one? Fine.
Now, imagine that I just won
15 million euros in the lottery.
Who among you, then, would renounce
their basic ethical principles
and swear to love me forever,
even if solely for the money?
- More than one here would.
- Oh!
What a short life you've lived.
Tell me, does cupboard love
really exist or no?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Sure, it exists, but many couples
are together for financial reasons.
- They're like businesses.
- No, and it's not just the dough.
There are also people who get married
because their lonely.
Of course, then we might perceive
a certain anguish
in the pursuance of that love.
Don't you think apps like Tinder
are an answer for that anguish?
We dedicated an algorithm
for our nuances and preferences,
and it then looks for the person
who will meet our profile
and that will complement us.
Of course,
what does the philosopher Lucretius say
in his poem De Rerum Natura?
He says there is no such thing
as a complementary ideal.
That's exactly right.
Love isn't some beautiful story
that happens between two souls
destined to understand one another.
And he adds that if satisfying
your desires provokes anguish,
then you'd better give up
the idea of falling in love.
Wait, what?
But that's a very pessimistic viewpoint.
On the contrary:
if everyone were at least
conscious of that principle,
maybe they wouldn't beat themselves up.
Let me put it this way:
Who is more dangerous, huh?
Donald Trump or Walt Disney?
No?
Disney put it in the heads of
millions of kids that true love exists,
so do knights in shining armour.
So then, we get what we fucking get.
In Ethics, it's very important to know
what we value and how
that determines our way of being.
Why do we blame our partner,
the other, for our love's failure, huh?
Instead of blaming the idea of love
that has been instilled in us.
So you're saying we need to think
practically about love?
Yes. No matter how much society
refuses to accept it.
It's important to know
that whoever you love in this life
will have that extraordinary mixture
of good and bad.
Like Scarlett O'Hara!
Who is Scarlett O'Hara?
By God, and you're the best prepared
generation in history?
I'm handing back your papers
on the literal beauty of Socrates.
- Casamiquela, Rai.
- Me.
Oh, damn, a seven!
- Rubio, Pol.
- Here.
- Hasn't she marked yours, Rubio?
- Fuck off, asshole.
Ramos, Andreu. Pass it on.
- Roca, Biel.
- Mine.
Oh, God! A two?
Is there a problem?
No. No, nothing. It's just
But it's just not possible.
You-you only gave me a two.
Want me to recommend a spa for you?
Hell, you just
You can't give us work to make us think.
And people say that mine
isn't a dangerous occupation.
Martí, Pol.
Let me just say, today has been shit.
I know shitty days well, believe me.
The best thing you can do to fight them
is by taking a moment and eating
a piece of gorgeous Red Velvet cake.
Red Velvet?
The best cake in the world.
Nah, I don't think a cake
could make my day better.
Well, then, you can't blame me for trying.
Man, why do you tease Biel
when she didn't even mark yours?
I'm sure she didn't even realise.
I'll go talk to her and sort it out.
What do you want for lunch today?
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- What do you want for lunch?
Um, roasted chicken and
a baked potato.
You having lunch in my house today.
THE END OF LOVE
- No, no, no, no. I said no! No!
- Answer it.
Upon my soul,
it'll be one of those producers.
"Upon my soul"?
Have you heard yourself talk now?
You sound like a character
from Shakespeare.
They offer you work, but don't tell you
how much you'll get paid.
Yeah?
Yes, but she can't talk right now,
she's a bit occupied.
Fucking leave me alone!
You've lost your mind, nana.
Child.
All of these furniture, I'll sell it.
I'm off to school.
I'm getting really fed up with you.
Oh, yes, listen to him,
at his disgusting age,
rubbing it in about his youth.
I'll tell you something:
my world is ending. My son is gone.
I walked in the city and everything
is now different than it was before.
And look, here are the numbers
of all my stage colleagues.
And they're all dying.
You young people are really annoying,
and you know why?
Because you open the door
and time is waiting for you,
on its knees, at your damn disposal.
I was also young once, you fool!
And I've got the papers to prove it.
Am I missing anyone's number?
Let me see. No, I gave you mine,
- 6284. That's mine, okay?
- Thank you.
- You can send me a text whenever, okay?
- Okay, yeah, that's fine. That's fine.
- That way, I'll have yours.
- This coffee is terrible,
- worse than the one we serve at my bar.
- Really? Where do you work?
El Taller. It's nice,
but the boss is a complete idiot.
All bosses are idiots.
I work in a parking garage.
Well, he's a pain the ass.
When people own something,
they get this terrible personality.
It's like they think we're slaves
to do whatever.
Because you are.
You work under his orders.
You can shut up, you haven't work
a day in your life, asshole.
But I'm curious about the working class.
- Asshole.
- You can stick your curiosity up your ass.
Okay, Biel, one, two, three, four, five.
- No, no.
- Look, the sheets of paper I owe you.
- There!
- Are you serious?
It's cool, it's okay. I appreciate it.
What did you write about Socrates
for Bolaño to give you a two?
No, no, I don't
I honestly thought my paper was good.
- Poor thing.
- Not sure it was all that good.
- I only got a five, okay? So
- A five?
But you didn't even want to study this.
- Bravo, Oti, bravo.
- Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
Well, Pol,
at least Biel actually got a mark.
- Uh
- Hmm.
Was it a secret?
Hey.
Professor Bolaño,
I'm Pol, a first-year student.
When I got my paper back,
it look like you forgot to grade it.
Ah, so it's you.
You're lucky
you're asking me in a library,
otherwise I'd be yelling at you.
Where did you learn to write your papers?
In a jungle in the Congo?
- Listen, I'm not
- No, you listen to me.
The margins are irregular,
your punctuation is wrong,
and you make spelling mistakes.
Okay, okay, yeah, I got it.
Well, I'm glad you got it, Mr. Rubio.
So, you do know my name.
How many fingers?
- What's this? A game?
- How many?
There are five.
Yes, five.
Which is the total number of books
you must've read in all your life.
Listen to me. You need to read more.
And after that,
perhaps I'll grade your work.
Well, I think you're greatly exaggerating,
I mean, come on.
Shh.
The president
of a gun club in Syracuse, Kansas
has read more books than you have.
This is the formula
for the principle of non-contradiction.
It's one of the three
classic axioms of logic. Non.
Alpha and non-Alpha.
That is, something cannot "be"
and "not be" at the same time.
Can I say "this is
and is not a table?" No.
Therefore, you cannot deny
the principle of non-contradiction.
The thinker Avicenna once said that every
person who has denied the principle
CHEST OR THIGH?
of the non-contradiction
should be burned at the stake.
At least until they admitted
that being "burned" at the stake
was not the same as
"not being burned" at the stake.
He rocks, huh? The Executioner of Lyons.
What blows my mind is that,
not only did he kill people,
but he destroyed entire buildings.
In Barcelona,
there are some horrible buildings.
They should destroy them.
Girl, you're having a bad day.
Hey, lookie, lookie, lookie.
A flower for your little friend Pol?
How Victorian.
You still haven't shown us
his picture, Bruno.
Yes! Picture!
- Picture, picture, picture.
- Enough. Enough.
Come on. Here, hold this, you pain.
Take it.
Look.
Well, gosh, he's hotter
than a summer day in Barcelona.
Such a typical pretty boy.
These fish are so happy out here,
while we have to go to class. Ugh, man.
Biel!
I just bumped into Bolaño.
She says she's in her office.
Wants to talk to you.
She's what?
Oh, fuck me! No, no. No, no, no.
Just chill, man. It'll be okay.
Get ready.
You're gonna get an earful, man.
He fell for it.
- What?
- What?
Yes, yes, yes! I love it.
Shit, what an asshole.
Here we go.
- I can't even enjoy my snack in peace.
- Hello.
I'm Biel Roca, first year.
You wanted to see me, ma'am?
I wanted to see you?
Sílvia, this boy is very nice.
He got a two on his essay
and he told me he doesn't want to think.
No, no, no, no.
Well, I I know it came out like that,
but I didn't mean it. I'm
Well, I I I am taking this degree
to think.
I like to reflect, sit,
even on metaphysics.
Well, then, pray to the Unmoved Mover,
and think before speaking.
Right. Mm
Well, then, I'm going.
That poor guy.
That boy has to choose
between either Philosophy
or a life in culinary service.
Do you mind
if I borrow that line?
All yours.
What did Bolaño say to you today?
Nothing, that she'll look at it.
Oh, really?
Why would I lie, man?
Fuck me, this dining room
is the size of my entire apartment.
I suppose it's easy to get
used to luxury, right?
Where do you live?
Where do I live?
A small apartment my grandma rented
when she was alive.
Working class. You couldn't stand it.
In this house, each one of us
has just about 200 square meters
to themselves.
You could spend three days locked up
in here and not see anyone.
Henry!
Why's the sauna
full of fucking tennis rackets?
It's not a storage room!
Oh.
- Hello. You've got guests?
- Pol, from school.
- Hello.
- Hello, Pol. Hi there.
- A real pleasure.
- Ester is my aunt.
Mm. I mean, for fuck's sake,
the sauna is filled with junk.
Worn out tennis balls,
ping-pong paddles, a real mess.
Mm.
Mm, bye, boys.
Does she live here?
No, no way!
She uses the excuse
of being company for my mother
but she really only comes
to treat herself.
Sometimes we fuck.
What?
Are you serious, she really your aunt?
Why would I lie?
Grandma. It's for you.
You sweetie. Give me a kiss.
Careful. Oh! Can't burn you.
Come.
Well, everything in here marked red,
I'm selling.
Everything? What the hell?
New life, new furniture.
I'm tired of this decoration.
I need new spaces and new emotions.
That's enough, Carmina Calduch!
I understand that dad's death
has unhinged you, but
Unhinged?
Can't I grieve the death of my own son?
Ah, and the library.
Too many books.
I'm off.
Wait.
Pol Rubio?
I can't really see.
It's a parcel up there or something.
Why are you staring at me?
The fuck. I'm not staring at you.
Why do you pretend
there isn't something when there is?
"I'm not staring.
I have no problem with Bolaño."
You don't need to pretend with me.
If Bolaño hasn't marked your paper,
she hasn't marked it, period.
You know what, fuck it,
the bitch wouldn't grade it
because she said my writing
fucking sucks. You happy now?
You and I don't know each other.
I don't know why I'm even here, anyway.
Because I like you.
And you like me.
Yeah, says the guy who like to make
friends by fucking with people.
I admit I don't have many friends.
The ones before were shitty.
Don't wanna see them.
Hey, come to my house when you can.
I've found something I think you'll like.
Hey, Bruno, okay. I could come over.
I don't know what you're talking about,
but that's okay.
Okay, bye.
Would you like to meet
my father's friends?
You've got to be fucking kidding.
They're nice, huh?
Are they nice? This is crazy, man!
Fucking hell!
And this one?
Holy shit, this is porn, dude.
Holy fucking shit!
Look at this red one. It's amazing.
What are you doing with this?
Fucking
Can I kiss it? May I?
Mm
Your dad was a rock star.
He spent hours in here.
Well, he, um, he'd take them out
for a spin from time to time.
You don't drive them?
No. No.
Are you angry with your father?
Do we have to love our family
just because we have the same last name?
Seventy percent of the final assessment
corresponds to the two examinations,
20 percent to papers and exercises
they'll have to hand in.
Thank you, Lourdes.
Or at least that's what we do in Logic,
and 10 percent for attendance.
Don't you waste a lot of time
calling the roll in all your classes?
It only takes a minute.
If you want to, you can do it, logically.
Yes, María?
No, what?
I think it's clear. Not me.
I don't take roll call.
Nor do I give multiple exams.
The belief of the deanship,
which is basically me,
is we all do the same thing.
- According to the Bologna Process
- Bologna is not the Arche, darling.
My process, as a professor is:
I give out the work I want,
and just one exam.
And calling roll why?
It's not elementary school.
But, okay. Your idea is to do
what's best for the students, right?
Maybe we should let them choose
between having just one exam or two.
I don't think it's such a bad idea, huh?
And I don't know,
if we have to have a roll call.
- Then we do.
- I'm glad.
The tendency, in the last few years,
has been to give them more tests
so that it doesn't all depend
on one final.
It's a good idea,
I actually give them three in total.
Three examinations,
exercises, roll calling.
Do you also ask the students
to come to class sober?
It's a joke, don't make that face.
No, I'm laughing, María.
We deans laugh inwardly.
Bologna Process
Bolaño Process, and fuck him.
That's enough. Come on, cool it.
I had to warn you twice.
I know, and thank you,
that's why I rectified,
but come on, I want them to know
that I belong to the Ancien Régime.
Roll calling!
They're making idiots of education.
I also think so too, María.
But you're not 20.
You can't behave like that.
And there's the gum
Hey.
You're very cocky, aren't you?
I know what's going on.
Dean Vidal makes you horny.
And what you should do
is take better care of yourself, right?
- Sílvia, don't go there, all right?
- I will.
There's a reason you haven't won
custody of your daughter.
You know nothing.
You make up these stories.
You really should write novels.
If my ex-husband, the dickhead,
came to his senses,
we could go for shared custody.
I'm just saying to take care of yourself.
I do care, girl. I'm looking great.
Can't you see? Come on, let's go,
I'll treat you to tea.
I know a place where they make
delicious homemade cupcakes.
- You want me to put on weight, that's all.
- Of course.
I'm starting Operation Hansel and Gretel
with you today.
Kafka's Letter To His Father.
Death in Venice.
Ibsen's Borkman.
Incredible.
When I did my research on Hegel
with your dad,
Merlí told me:
"Go up there and choose ten books."
- These?
- Yes.
And then, he said, "Sit on the sofa."
I sat down,
and he asked me questions
and if my answers
weren't good enough for him,
- he'd throw a book at my head.
- Well, that's very much his style.
Fuck, he kept them for me.
Congratulations.
Dad's sending you presents
from the great beyond.
Mm. I don't want to cry.
Well, your eyes are shining,
and, you know, it really suits you.
You could at least hug me, eh, cocky boy?
I guess I'll always be "cocky boy".
Two men hugging each other.
They're either gay, or actors.
So Merlí left some books
to his favourite student.
To be expected.
How are you, Carmina?
Kid, you address me as your elder.
I refuse to suggest your age.
Why are you saying that?
Every time I do, she gets mad at me.
It's a question of respect. I'm old.
Didn't Bruno tell you
I'm one step away from death?
Shit.
But I refuse to believe that.
If you've lived a whole life,
you're not closer to death,
you're closer to life.
And you're much more connected to life.
Carmina, I would call you
a life professional.
Bruno, this kid,
look after him.
Oh, Dad, what are you doing here?
Um, hi, I've actually just finished.
I'm so sick of making photocopies.
- Ah, so did you get your mark in Ethics?
- No.
- No?
- No. That
Bolaño takes her time.
She said they'd be marked by today
but they weren't, they were not at all.
Yes, but you know,
that's not really big of a deal, right?
She's renowned for being
the best teacher in Philosophy.
Well, there are other
good ones, too.
She's a bit special.
Maybe that's why she's so damn cocky.
You just concentrate on you,
this degree is very dense.
Okay, Dad. I always got
good marks in Philosophy.
Yes, I know you get good grades,
but things are more complicated at school.
You know, for example,
the subject of Logic,
is very similar to Math,
and you're not, well
- I will say Math is
- Okay, Dad, I'll find a way.
- And I can also ask my friends for help.
- Yes.
- Or girlfriends maybe?
- Don't start.
What? I'm not saying anything.
- There must be a girl you like, eh?
- No, enough.
You-you think I can fall in love
in just 15 days?
In 15 days?
You just need 15 minutes.
Minerva!
Hello?
Hi!
Hey you, come up!
No, no. Minerva?
It's kinda gross, but the keys are inside.
Huh?
- Hello. Minerva.
- Oh my God.
- Fuck it! Fuck!
- Hey. Minerva.
- Are you fucking shitting me!
- Minerva.
Etienne, can you turn down the music?
- What the fuck?
- Minerva?
Oh. This place sucks. Etienne!
- Coming! Coming!
- Where's Minerva?
Minerva isn't here.
Not here? Then why did
you make me come up?
- What do you want?
- Did you use my blender?
- Yes.
- Look at it!
Ah, you don't like to share.
French people we like share.
- But you broke it. How do I tell him?
- Blender?
Yes. Blen
Anyway, it was old, I know but
You're fucking annoying.
Uh, if Minerva is not here I'll just go.
Wait. But you can stay until she get back.
- And what time is that?
- Unpredictable.
Hey, you, guy.
- Tell me, do you have a blender at home?
- No.
Damn it. I told Minerva
I would make gazpacho.
I can make a Spanish omelette.
Yeah?
She asked me if I'd read any Nabokov,
and I said, yes,
I'd read Ada.
Table at the back.
Jordi, you owe me a thousand euros.
Now is not really the time.
Not today?
When will it be then, huh?
Whenever I can, cutie. Go get the table.
Rai.
What's up?
Just thinking about you.
This bar isn't half bad.
It's a total dump.
Want a beer or a drink?
Sounds good.
What a nice surprise.
You must have been bored out of your mind.
Minerva.
That's the general calling.
God, I need the library scholarship.
Short hours, peace and quiet
and not having to put up
with that asshole over there.
Fuck the scholarship
and that asshole.
Don't even think about it.
Just quit.
You are totally crazy, all up here.
May I? May I? May I?
Put it in the basket,
but don't let me see it.
How's your father and his girlfriend?
- Do they fight?
- No.
What do you mean "no"?
You live with them,
you've got to provoke fights.
It's very easy.
Mama, don't be so naughty.
I am naughty.
I want your father to be miserable
and to live under the whip
of a castrating woman.
Lidia does yoga.
Yoga? How old-fashioned.
Go on and get one of those
ice creams you love.
- Without letting you see it?
- Without letting me see it.
Hamid.
- Would like a bag?
- Please, thank you.
Shall we watch Gone With The Wind?
No, not again. Captain Marvel.
Come on, don't do that to me,
you know that movie by heart.
Do you have a problem
with me being in love with Rhett Butler?
- No. He doesn't turn me on.
- What do you mean?
He's a gentleman from Charleston.
Don't tell me your boyfriend
is better looking.
Víctor is better looking.
Oh, it stinks in here.
Go on, choose a film,
while I put the ice cream in the freezer.
You know what?
I was thinking about doing the folder
exercise with my first-year students.
It never fails.
And the students are always wowed
by their professor.
And he left it to you posthumously?
More or less.
I guess he wanted to give them to me
at some point but
But he died.
Fuck, Dad, that was so tactful.
Hey, I'm sorry, bud. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He died.
Well, there you are, keep reading, kid.
Yeah, I've been told that recently.
The Psychopathology of Everyday Life.
- Can I borrow it?
- Yeah.
- I was thinking
- Hmm.
Let's go and live with Glòria.
Wow. You're giving me permission?
No. No, I'm just saying
I think it's a good idea.
And also that
- I love you.
- Sure.
Of course, of course,
kids do love their parents.
Pol, are you asking me for money?
Oh, shit, Dad, you're on a roll today.
I say something nice for once.
You know that's not easy.
Yeah, come on, no, I like it.
- I like it.
- Hold on.
Take this.
I really don't want a little brother.
Oh.
Fuck off, will you? Keep it for yourself.
I'm sure you've already fallen
for someone at university, haven't you?
- Mm? Got you, huh! Is she pretty?
- No.
- Forget it.
- Listen to me well, Pol.
Between you and me, we're going to make
happiness fashionable.
You're in a good mood today, huh?
It's the love! It's the love!
- It's the love! It's the love
- Come on, Dad. Stop it.
- It's the love.
- Get down!
What are you doing? Get down,
shit, you're gonna break your hip.
What are you doing?
This isn't your house, Minerva.
You either tell your little friends
to leave or not to talk to you.
Yeah, sure, they'll come in
and we'll pretend not to know each other.
How can we be pretending?
"Be pretending, be pretending."
Speak properly, Jesus!
Hmm.
You're right, I'm done here.
So then, now what?
Resign. Finito. Ciao.
You shouldn't be here for this,
but I'm really glad you came.
But, hey, are you seriously
resigning, now?
Listen up! Quiet, pretty please.
What the fuck?
Ladies and gentlemen,
it has been a huge pleasure
serving all of you.
Even though the owner of this bar
has owed me a thousand euros
for how long? Three months?
- Minerva, calm down.
- Calm down?
Listen to the son of a bitch
asking me to calm down.
I have kept calm for far too long.
You live off my slave labour.
You either pay me
the thousand euros right now,
or I'm calling the cops.
And you pay me the money in full today
or I'll get some gasoline
and burn the place down.
Let's go.
What if I don't get the scholarship, huh?
You Argentinian are so crazy.
So we have something in common.
Fuck me! What did I just do?
Very good.
Amazing. It's wonderful.
Its flavour is just amazing,
made with egg, isn't it something?
From Paris to the Antilles,
don't you know? C'est la tortilla.
- Wow!
- Bravo. Bravo. Bravo.
I didn't I didn't know that one.
Well, of course. It's mine.
- Shit, that was so good.
- Wow.
Put it to music, dude? You're a composer.
Of course! Yeah,
you are a very smart guy, Biel.
And a very good cook.
And this is the best Spanish omelette
I've ever had.
Well, thanks.
So what do you do?
Oh, uh, I'm doing my Master's.
Telecommunications
over at the Polytechnic.
That's great.
Yeah.
Ah, I don't know what I'm doing here.
Um, uh
- Can't you just text Minerva?
- No.
No, no, no, not necessary.
It's not necessary, I'll
That's it. I mean,
I must get going. It's very late.
Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah. No problem. No problem. No
- Is everything okay?
- Yes.
I'll be seeing her in class tomorrow
and I'll Yes.
- Mmm.
- Um, maybe save some omelette for Minerva.
- But of course.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay, bye.
- Bye.
- Salut.
He is nice.
All right, my love,
call me once you're on the bus, okay?
- Love you.
- I love you.
Oh.
Ugh. Unbelievable.
Anna Karenina.
Hey, Mom. What is it?
What do you want from me now?
Laura, the gin you tossed out,
I bought for this weekend.
I'm hosting a dinner party at the house,
and now I have nothing to offer.
- Yeah.
- Honey, I'm telling you it wasn't for me.
It's for Rosa's birthday.
You know grown-ups celebrate things
with food and drinks.
And everyone does that, sporadically.
Now don't go telling your father
the bottle was for me.
- All right.
- Hey, did I tell you
I have got a nice first year student
in my class.
- Really?
- Yes.
He turn in a paper on beauty
that was excellent
although it did have its faults.
Maybe I'll use him
for the folder exercise.
Careful.
Shh. Amy is doing her yoga.
Nice little flat.
Not like your house and swimming pool.
Mm.
Your girlfriend must be happy
with so much luxury.
A very subtle way of asking me
if I've got a girlfriend.
And does the reason for my ruin
have a girlfriend?
Ruin?
You have a thousand euros in your pocket.
No, there's no girlfriend.
And I am not looking for one.
But I have had my flings, yeah.
Look, Amy has learned
how to make a potato omelette.
- Hmm.
- She's a well-meaning Republican.
And you?
Have you ever been in love?
I don't know how.
It's never really happened.
That's weird.
And you?
Any great loves?
Just once.
A mistake.
- A goodbye kiss.
- Oh.
You've seen enough of me for one day.
Mm. Well
Back to my mansion then.
And I'll stay in my "apartmentsion".
- Nice work, Yankee.
- See you in class.
- Hello, hello. Come in.
- Hello.
- How are you, honey?
- I'm good.
I mean, it's a bit weird to be living
with my former teacher, but still
And would you like some cream cake?
Oh, how lovely.
- Your jacket, your jacket.
- Yeah, yeah, sorry.
- This is a really nice apartment, Glòria.
- Yes, it's nice.
And I hope you'll really
feel at home in it.
Well, we'll be moving in next week.
Yeah? That fast?
Already. So soon.
I'll sell the old furniture online.
I'd never dream of filling
your flat with his rubbish, Glòria.
I can see he's really trying
to impress you.
Thank you, Pol.
What for? Why?
We wanted to do it properly.
We're grateful you're on board.
It's love.
It's love.
But I want you to know
I have no intention of mothering you.
All right.
Although if I ever feel like it,
I'll make you breakfast.
- Pol, son. Please.
- Yes.
Come. Come see your room.
- Where is it?
- There, there.
That one? Oh, wow.
That's a big bed.
And there's also a desk for studying.
And we have a folding bed in case you
have a little friend over for a sleepover.
Dad, I'm not seven years old.
Humour me, I like having people over,
and I want you filling the flat with life.
Glòria, let's show him the balcony.
Ah, it's amazing.
- Come here.
- What? Over there?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Oh, my God.
Just look.
Everybody in their own burrow,
living their life.
Philosopher.
- Alfonso, dinner.
- Oh, yes. Yes.
Pol, help me out with all these boxes!
Dad, I can't. I've already missed
two classes because of the move.
Ah, you're leaving me with all this stuff?
Hello.
We like to think there's a reality
that's outside ourselves.
A world where things are what they are,
independent from what
we might say about them.
Today, I will prove to you
that the human mind is very weak.
And that we tend to say and do
what other people say and do.
- What colour is this folder?
- Green.
That's right.
And if a student is late for class,
which is bound to happen,
I will ask you
what the colour of the folder is
and you will say the colour "red."
- Yes.
- Yes.
Hello.
You're late, but come in.
Right. Let's continue.