Merli. Sapere Aude (2019) s01e05 Episode Script

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NETFLIX PRESENTS
AN ORIGINAL MOVISTAR+ SERIES
It's true, my great-grandmother
gave birth to my grandfather
- in the harbour of Hondarribia.
- [Pol] How hygienic.
- [Biel] Like in a swimming pool, right?
- [laughs]
- [Biel] I'd love to go to Euskadi.
- Yeah, me too. I'd love to.
And be welcomed with an aurresku.
- Oh yeah, an aurresku, yeah.
- An "au" what?
- You don't even know what that is.
- I do know what it is.
Yeah, what is it?
- It's a traditional dance.
- From Euskadi.
When they christened my grandfather,
they dedicated one to him at the harbour,
right where he was born.
- Can you believe that?
- Oh, that's so cool!
It's amazing!
- Huh?
- [laughs]
- [indistinct, imitates Basque]
- Ha! Aupa, aupa!
- [cheers]
- [laughter]
Hey, let's just say
I've seen way better than that,
like giving birth out in the open.
I mean, in Palau, they get really crazy.
Dude, Oti, your village women
give birth outdoors.
No, fool. But I mean that
that people do crazy shit.
Like, like last year,
they organised a funeral for a friend.
- And the guy was alive.
- [in unison] What?
- What do you mean he was alive?
- Yes, I mean
It was a normal party, all right?
But one of them
was basically playing dead in a coffin.
- But hold on, hold on a second
- [overlapping conversation]
- Hey, wait, wait. Hold on, wait a minute.
- The guy was there
I like it. Let's do it tomorrow.
- Seriously?
- I can get a coffin.
We can do it at my place. It's Saturday.
- Okay.
- It'd be cool upstairs, on the roof.
Everyone, listen. Hold up.
We have a little problem.
Who is gonna play dead?
No, I'm out. Fuck that.
- No, it creeps me out.
- No, no, not me.
- No way.
- Okay. I have an idea for the corpse.
- It's Biel.
- Dude, he won't agree.
- No? What will you give me if he does?
- No way.
Go on, then.
Guys, hold on, wait. I have an idea.
We need to invite the whole class
and ask everyone
to bring food and drink to share,
and, in exchange,
whoever plays the corpse,
they won't have to pay for anything.
[chuckles]
I'll do it.
- Yes! Slave, take me to Rome!
- As long as it's under control, alright?
- Don't get too excited.
- You don't have to worry about that.
Dude, you'll see,
I promise it will be so cool.
- Like a corpse?
- Yeah.
- I want humiliation! Countrymen, to class!
- Guys!
What are they doing? These guys are nuts.
- Come on, slave! Caesar has arrived!
- [Minerva] I love it! [laughs]
[Minerva] I love those guys.
[Pol chuckling] Uh
You are just in time to choose
between two different approaches to life.
Hedonists are on the left,
and Kantians are on the right.
[opening theme music playing]
BIZITZA
Enemies of the state,
over on my right, we have the Kantians.
These are people of puritanical morals,
convinced that happiness is something
we must earn through hard work and effort.
And to my left are the Hedonists,
people like Epicurus who reject pain
and consider that a happy life
consists of enjoying the present.
I want you all to think out loud, to doubt
and, of course,
to change groups if necessary.
The question I ask you is
which one these two paths
more directly leads
to a life of fulfilment?
The Hedonist or the Kantian view?
Well, I think it's clear.
Oh, you have no doubts, I see.
You have the floor.
The Hedonist life, because it allows you
to enjoy more intense pleasures.
And, sure, because we Kantians
are boring, right?
- [laughter]
- It's not about being boring.
What defines you is that
you don't ever want to take risks.
No, the point is,
we're more open to improvise
and experience new things
without wasting time.
- I see it, I try it.
- Ah, and that gives you fulfilment?
I think you do that more
by forging your own path
and not accepting what comes from above.
What do you guys think?
Exactly. The things that give you
true pleasure
are those you fight for
with sacrifice and effort.
[woman] Oh.
[chuckles]
How do you manage
a life full of contingencies,
of accidents, randomness?
Well, we all have to learn to live
with uncertainty.
Or instead of live, coexist.
But we do that already.
Who doesn't have uncertainty?
No, but you guys are so worried
about building your future
that you forget to live
in the here and now.
We could say your life is more bland.
Do you think my life is so bland, Pol?
You are branding us
as idealistic and boring.
Sure.
And I would say that you're all naïve.
We might be naïve,
but we don't have an innocent
and ridiculous conception of pleasure.
- [woman] Exactly.
- Bang.
- [laughter]
- [applause]
[lively music playing]
[chuckles]
Oh.
- Nana, I'm off to class!
- Oh! Oh, oh, shut up!
[typewriter clacking]
"This award is also partly yours."
- The speech for the honorary award?
- [clears throat]
Honorary, my foot.
They are giving me the award
because I am old!
[paper rustles]
Um
Nana, this sentence
"Every time I step on a stage,
I grow one more centimetre as an actress".
Mind your business, kid.
These awards are all about politics.
It's about pleasing people, damn it.
Give it.
- Give it.
- Well, I could help you.
You? But you know nothing
about the world of theatre.
And you don't know how lucky you are.
Oh, go away, you distract me!
Are you nervous, Nana?
Huh?
There will be lots of people there.
On my side, there will be the four enemies
I still have alive and chose to show up.
And you?
Will you bring your little friends?
Oh, Nana, don't say "little friends".
Well, I'll see you later.
And Pol?
Will you invite him?
[sighs]
You are quite mean, aren't you?
Tell him to come.
That way, I'll be able to tell everyone
he's my handsome grandson.
You think you are Hedonists just because
you like partying and fucking, that's all.
- No, no, no.
- [Rai] Yes, yes.
The thing is you pretend
to be authentic and deep,
all while you watch your life
parade by you from your ivory tower.
Pol, you think you are enjoying life,
but you are confusing a full life
with a good life.
This has nothing to do
- Biel. Biel, where are you going, man?
- [woman] Stop him.
Come on, he's totally right.
Listen, listen, wait a minute.
If you ask me, "Are you a Hedonist?"
I say, "Yes."
Why is that? Epicurus had two ideas
with which I identify.
First, avoid pain;
second, free ourselves from fear.
What are we doing here?
Isn't this what Philosophy allows us?
Getting to know the world around us
a little better
to free ourselves
from what makes us suffer?
Okay, then,
and what would you think about death?
[scoffs] It's best to ignore it.
Yeah, no, there's no need to punish
ourselves thinking about when we die. No.
I don't know. Our time will come.
And, in the meantime, let's have fun.
If it's someone you love What?
Well, I guess that's different.
I mean, it's-it's unpleasant, of course.
And that's how a Hedonist
understands death?
Death is something
that makes you uncomfortable.
Have you lost someone close?
Was it difficult?
To be frank, it was.
Well, then you must know a Hedonist
does not experience death as a trauma.
For Kantians, death is something
that fills them with dread.
It triggers in them
a process that's very intimate.
[chuckling]
[chuckles]
Remember: In this class,
the only forbidden sentence is
- "Well, I think it's clear."
- [laughter]
[lively music playing]
Oh my, the renegade Hedonist.
I'll always be a Hedonist at heart,
don't you worry.
Is it because you have
a busy weekend coming up?
[chuckles] Well, uh, a few parties
here and there.
Oh, I just wonder how those will end.
I don't mean the drinking.
The drinking, and
And, um, do you have big plans
this weekend?
I'll go out for a bit
with some girlfriends.
Do you think you are the only one
who will end up puking in a dark alley?
[laughs] No.
Remember: The saying
"the night is young" is a fallacy.
The night is ancient and sordid.
I'll be careful.
All my students say the same thing,
but come Monday, they drag themselves
to class reeking of regret.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
- Great, thanks.
- You were lucky, there was only one left.
Let me check, "Meditations, Mar"
Yes, that's the one.
[laughs]
- Wow, how diligent!
- Bruno! What are you doing here?
Um, M-Minerva, this is Bruno.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
Pleased to meet you.
Okay, I'll get on with it then.
If you want, you are invited to a party.
Tell him, Pol.
[sighs]
So, a party?
Come, if you want. No problem.
- Tomorrow night, at her place.
- I can't.
Actually, I came to invite you
to my grandmother's award ceremony.
- Tomorrow?
- Here, at the assembly hall.
Oh, shit.
[scoffs] It would be cool, but
That's fine, your thing sounds more fun.
Plus, you got to make the most of it.
Your crush will be at the party, right?
Come on, shut up. I can't stand it, Bruno.
- Why Rai? It's terrible.
- [chuckles]
I mean, Rai, he's so fragile,
I don't know how he feels.
He's so ambiguous. I don't know.
He turns me on.
I can't concentrate in class anymore.
I'm here to study Philosophy
but I like being with him.
- Yeah.
- [blows raspberry]
He smiles at you and you get all confused.
And when he talks to other people,
you get jealous.
[chuckles]
I know what you mean, Pol Rubio.
Turned out okay for you.
Maybe tomorrow
will be the party of surprises.
And tomorrow, if the time is right,
I'll go for it.
If he doesn't, then I don't know.
Well, you'll always have Bruno.
Your diploma.
Why are you here? To make me feel bad?
Me? No, not at all.
Look at him. I mean, he's so hot.
[Pol sighs]
My grandma is gonna miss you, Pol Rubio.
Don't try to guilt me, Bruno.
I make you damp?
[dramatic music playing]
[laughing]
[Alfonso] No! Never once
did you tell me about this!
[grunts]
Yeah, I know,
I know you-you yourself are not to blame.
But I'm very mad at your company,
and so, naturally,
I'm going to take it out on you, sir.
- [exhales]
- Damn it, he hung me up on me.
- [laughs]
- What are you laughing at, you punk?
The kitchen robot,
Glòria and I bought, is already broken
and, apparently,
I have no right to complain.
So then go return it. [grunts]
I bought it online
but, hey, never again, uh?
[exhales]
So, then I guess you won't be staying
for dinner with us, huh?
No, there's a party tonight.
Oh, right, well, now I get it.
You've been hanging there
like a lemur for half an hour,
- warming up your muscles. [chuckles]
- [phone vibrating]
[grunts, gasps]
Look at that, your girlfriend is calling.
As if. It's Rai.
Well [scoffs]
What's up, dude?
[Rai over phone]
Dude. I have very bad news
- Biel's dead.
- [laughs] No kidding.
He had a heart attack,
like a sudden death, you know?
- The funeral is today.
- [laughs]
[Rai] You'll have to help me out
with the coffin, all right?
Okay, but don't you have it?
Hmm, not yet. It arrives at 7:00.
- At eight, Rai. Eight.
- All right, eight.
[Rai] You'll have to help me
because, uh, Henry's van can't go
into the streets of the Gothic Quartier.
We're carrying the coffin
through the streets?
Hey, coffin?
What are you talking about, kid?
[shushes]
Dude, do you want to see
Biel inside or not?
[laughs]
Boy, you're nuts.
How do you expect me to say that
in front of everyone?
Your speech is not very personal.
You could do better.
Ah, and did you make this up,
or did you take it from a movie?
Nana, I can make stuff up.
Well, sorry, but you are wrong
in the head.
Don't make me a kamikaze.
I can't do a number like that
in front of everybody.
[chuckles sarcastically]
They'll think I am cuckoo.
I am sure you've done worse things.
- Yes, and I never told you about them.
- As you wish.
I don't like this dress.
Kid, you have decided
to torpedo my evening.
No, it's not you,
that's a dress for old ladies.
- You are younger than that!
- [chuckles]
Kid, if you want to find out my age,
you'll need carbon-14.
[chuckles] You see?
You have a spark.
You can laugh at yourself.
Why did you write a speech that is so
So what? Say it!
- So bland.
- Enough.
You are boycotting my honorary award.
If I had known,
I wouldn't have invited you.
I'll wear the dress I want
and give the speech I had prepared.
Because I don't make a scene
wherever I go.
I, read my lips, am not like your father!
[footsteps receding, stops]
- [footsteps approaching]
- Goddamn it!
Your father was like me, wasn't he?
[Laura] Can I get something from the shop?
Yeah, sure. To celebrate the Olympics.
And a golden medal. Might as well
[clerk] I know.
One ticket.
I get in with my professor's ID.
Oh, I must have left it
in my other wallet.
Then you'll have to pay
for both tickets. Six euros all together.
Come on. You gotta be kidding me, right?
I am sorry, if you don't have your card,
I can't do anything.
[sighs] Listen to me,
I'm telling you my ID is at home.
[clerk] Okay.
I can get it if I need to,
but, come on, that's ridiculous.
Mother.
Shut up.
Listen.
I'm a professor.
What do you want me to explain,
Monadology?
If you don't believe me, I can give you
a master class on the Monad.
- Please, ma'am
- We're gonna spend money, don't worry.
We'll leave through the gift shop
on our way out.
But if you don't want us to enjoy
the museum, we'll just leave.
- Let's go. Come on.
- That's not necessary, here you go.
Your free ticket for being a teacher.
Three euros for the other one.
- My credit card.
- [clerk] Thank you.
[Laura] Why do you argue so much?
What? Are you ashamed of me?
What about your singing?
Yeah, but you sing, too.
Yes, but I sing well.
Okay, go on while I go to the bathroom.
THE RESTORATION OF THE OLYMPIC GAMES
[sighs]
Aah.
[Maria] Come on, let's go.
[mysterious music playing]
Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?
Are you okay?
I sing well.
Is that it?
Well, yeah, you sing very well. Of course.
- But you said I don't.
- Did I?
I don't know,
it must have just come out like that.
Yes, darling, you sing very well,
very well in your own style. Okay?
Come on. Come on, I'll let you pick out
the movie tonight, if you want.
Okay, but I sing well.
[sighs] Yeah, you sing very well.
[Biel] Minerva!
[metal clanging]
[clanging continues]
I know I'm early, but I didn't know
which one of these ties to wear.
Which do you prefer
to go into the afterlife?
- [chuckles] Let's see those ties.
- Um
Okay. Um
This one is more discreet.
Okay, uh, I have the suit in my backpack.
Should I put it on now or
No, before that,
you and I will go to my room.
Aah.
[Minerva] For the make-up.
- [chuckles]
- Please accept my condolences.
Uh, no, no, no,
I'm actually quite happy to die.
- [chuckles]
- [grunts]
[birds chirping]
[wood thuds]
Damn, this is fucking heavy, man.
What do you have in here?
- Orange juice, lemonade, water
- [laughs]
Everyone's staring.
I like being stared at. [chuckles]
[lively music playing]
[both laughing]
Sorry! Careful!
- Move it!
- Sorry, sorry. [grunts]
[chuckles] Uh, uh This way.
- [Pol] Excuse us!
- [Rai chuckles] Beep, beep!
Watch out.
- [groans] Out-Out of our way.
- Watch out.
And that looting on Valverde?
[policeman 2] Yeah, yeah.
That was awful, man.
[Pol shushes]
[both laughing]
[disco music playing]
- [Pol] Ta-da!
- Oh my God! Prohibition is back!
Come on, I want a shot before Biel dies.
Hey, Etienne, what's up?
Are you ready to cry?
- No, no, tough men like me don't cry.
- Very well.
Biel!
Coming!
- So annoying.
- Indeed, let's ignore them.
[chuckles]
Did you eat an orange?
Yes. Does it bother you?
- No, no, no. I like it, I like it.
- [chuckles]
That's it. All done.
Well? Well, well, well, do I look okay
or like something from Halloween?
No! You are a corpse
of the highest society, believe me.
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
[shushes]
Ladies and gentlemen, Biel is no longer.
- [all sigh]
- [in unison] Woo!
- [Pol] Ah, he looks like a banker!
- [chuckles]
- [Biel] What do you think? Not bad, huh?
- Very good!
- It's my dad's suit.
- [doorbell rings]
- I'll get it, I'll get it!
- [Biel] So, so?
- You're looking good.
- Let's do it!
- To the dead man!
- Wait, wait!
[Biel] Whoa, whoa,
do I have to get in there?
You can't back out now, dude.
Fucking get in there.
- No, no, okay, but
- Hold on.
- Were you guys about to toast without me?
- [laughing]
I brought a cake.
Like the funerals in America, Amy.
[Amy] Thank you.
And a book of condolences,
in case anyone wants to write
a message for Mr. Biel.
- Wow.
- [doorbell rings]
This place will be so crowded
in two minutes.
Come on, I want to have my shot.
- Rai, get in here!
- [Oti] Come on!
Listen, you won't be able to move
for an hour. Okay?
Uh, well, okay, guys, hmm,
I-I really enjoyed meeting you
and-and you've all been good pals.
I'm happy
I am happy and proud of the life I had.
[all] Aw!
[laughing, cheering]
- [glass breaking]
- [cheers]
[solemn music playing]
Filled to the brim.
[Calduch] Yes. Filled to the brim,
but no one's come to assist me.
They've just left us here.
Well, typical of this country
that doesn't love its artists.
Though I will say,
the taxi we took was nice.
Yes, and the driver
didn't even say a word.
Yes, but we had to pay for it, didn't we?
Look, in Madrid, I would have had
a chauffeur waiting at the door
There would have been
two thermos flasks inside,
one with coffee, another with broth,
in case I got cold.
They treat you like a queen.
Damn it,
I wish I was given the award there.
Don't fool yourself, Nana.
You wouldn't even try the broth.
No. But knowing you have it
is enough. Huh.
- Are you not nervous right now?
- [clicks tongue] Not at all.
It's just going out there
and reading the speech.
You punk ass kid!
You'll do better if you are nervous.
Do you want to kill me?
- Listen to me.
- Are you nuts?
You are the great Calduch!
You know what you have to say
by looking the audience in the face.
You don't need a script.
You'll be great
because you are my father's mother.
- [funeral music playing]
- Fine.
He was so handsome.
[scoffs] He was but a hopeless Hedonist.
Just look
[clicks tongue] so pale and cold.
All because he converted to puritanism.
Look at what did to him.
Pass me a beer.
He was a generous guy.
You-you didn't even need to ask
for his class notes.
All right, let's be honest, he was stingy.
In fact, he chased me for weeks
because he wanted
his four sheets of paper back.
[Pol] Four!
He was a great student.
Always got top grades.
And he's really nice, you know.
Please. Ten seconds of silence.
[music stops]
[sniffles]
- ["Oh, Susana!" playing]
- [laughing]
[indistinct chattering]
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU,
BUT YOU WERE A GOOD GUY.
- [Rai] To us.
- [man] Shit, no, but it wasn't like this!
Back in the village,
we leaned the coffin up against the wall
and we sealed the coffin
with duct tape. And also
- Wait, who-who is this guy?
- No idea.
Didn't you tell them, Oti?
Dude, who cares? We do it this way.
This one is more like
a vampire thing, right?
[chuckles]
- He's Arnau, he's my boyfriend.
- Holy shit!
You didn't tell me you were with someone.
Yeah, it's so normal to me.
We've been together for three years.
Damn. My name is Pol. Nice to meet you.
- [Arnau] Hi, Pol.
- Rai.
I study Math.
- Have you seen me around the faculty?
- No, not really.
Don't give them the Math talk.
- Come with me.
- Philosophy is even worse.
[snickers]
I am happy, honestly.
The people of the profession,
this award comes from you.
Today, by giving me this award,
you are sending me to early retirement.
But tell me who said
I don't want to work anymore?
The award is very nice, but
I say you could keep it.
[laughter]
[Calduch]
Therefore, all the love in my heart
Producers, proprietors of the theatre,
and the directors,
don't kill me, damn it.
Let me continue getting on these stages.
And don't give me that,
"There are no female main roles".
Change the character's gender
and that's it!
I can be Molière's The Miser,
The Misanthrope,
Queen Lear or dress me as Tiresias.
I could even transform into Iago.
[chuckles]
But never forget I am Calduch,
and I want to keep being moved forever,
and moving you.
- [applause]
- [cheering]
[orchestral music playing]
Woo-woo! Woo-woo!
The families of murdered people
want the death penalty,
I get it, and it's their right.
But don't you think that life imprisonment
is punishment enough?
That's worse. A slow death?
It's best to end it faster.
Life imprisonment
means public expenditure.
- And the death penalty is free?
- [Pol] Go back to sleep.
When we talk about money,
the bugger wakes up. [laughs]
[in French] Europeans are more intelligent
than Americans.
Europeans more intelligent?
In France, they invented the guillotine.
In Germany, the holocaust.
And Spaniards kill bulls.
- So yeah, very smart people.
- [chuckles]
Why don't we take Biel out of the coffin
and put her inside?
- [laughter]
- Thank you.
Biel, don't get dehydrated.
All right, guys,
let's continue the party on the rooftop.
- [Oti] Let's go.
- Yeah?
- [Oti] Yes.
- Oh, finally.
- [party music playing]
- [laughs]
- [laughter]
- [cheering]
Hey, man, what are you doing? Hey!
Stop! Stop, stop!
You'll hurt me, damn it! Stop!
- I really like you. You're my hero.
- What the fuck is wrong with you, idiots?
- They're nuts.
- [both laugh]
[inhales]
- Laura, are you all right?
- Are you?
[exhales, chuckles]
What's the monad, mom?
[chuckles]
It's too complicated.
Stuff of philosophers.
If you never explain any Philosophy to me,
I'll never understand.
It's very complicated, sweetheart.
[sighs] Complicated even for the students.
Everyone hates the monad of Leibniz.
[suspenseful music playing]
[party music playing]
- Hello? What do you want? [laughs]
- [laughs]
Dude, didn't you go to the wrong classroom
the first day? You came to Math.
You saw that?
Yeah, you can blame Biel for that.
What a fuck-up! It was so funny.
I was pretty embarrassed
to be honest with you.
- Hey, this party fucking rocks, huh?
- Yeah.
All thanks to you and Oti,
and you two being so rural, huh?
- Oti, come here!
- [whistles]
- [Pol] Come here, Oti!
- Okay. What's up? [chuckles]
Nothing, we just want to thank you
for coming up
with such a gruesome party idea.
Yeah, dude, a very weird party,
but that's why I like it. I love it.
Cool, man! I am glad you like it.
You know, considering your father died,
like, three days ago.
[chuckles awkwardly] Oti
- Uh
- What's wrong with you?
Dude, I-I meant it in a good way. Right?
What's up, have you lost
someone recently too or what?
Okay, all right, all right.
Uh, that's fine.
There is a problem. The problem is that
you're a bit insensitive.
Well, Pol, big deal.
Rai, I meant it out of admiration
because, you know, your father died.
- Don't worry.
- Oti, let's go.
I want to introduce you to
Don't get upset. She just wasn't thinking.
Yeah, she wasn't thinking,
like when she hit on me the other night.
What the fuck?
Yeah, yeah, now you see her
with the mathematician guy,
but she jumped on me,
stuck her tongue down my throat,
and started to touch my pecs, my arms
Yeah?
- Yeah.
Jesus, she's direct. [laughs]
Hey, dude, uh, there's no whiskey left.
Uh shall we share?
- Okay.
- Okay, yes.
Uh, with a straw,
it goes straight to your head.
- Okay, go ahead. Yeah.
- Yeah?
- At the same time. One, two
- Come on, go ahead.
Two and three.
- Aah!
- Yeah!
[laughs]
[Skynain's "Fiesta" playing]
[laughing]
["Fiesta" playing on background]
Make the people Ooh-ohh ♪
["Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered"
playing on piano]
I'm wild again ♪
Beguiled again ♪
A simpering, whimpering child again ♪
Bewitched ♪
Bothered and bewildered ♪
Am I ♪
I couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep ♪
When love came and told me
I shouldn't sleep ♪
Bewitched ♪
Bothered and bewildered ♪
Am I ♪
Lost my heart, but what of it ♪
He is cold I agree ♪
She can laugh, but I love it ♪
Although the laugh's on me ♪
I'll sing to her ♪
Each spring to her ♪
And long, for the day ♪
When I'll cling to her ♪
Bewitched ♪
Bothered ♪
And bewildered ♪
Am I ♪
[song fades]
[sighs]
We don't know
what your last wishes were, but
you got to drink whiskey through a straw
with your dear friend, Pol. [chuckles]
You can't die on me, Rai.
[laughs] Hey, come on. Wake up, dude.
Don't die, please.
[both laugh]
- Dude, what's going on here? [laughs]
- [laughs]
- You're into dudes?
- [soft chuckle]
Or just me? Or just me? [laughs]
Shut the fuck up, you dick! [laughs]
[grunts]
Does it, does bisexuality really exist?
[chuckles]
- Go fuck yourself, Rai.
- No, no, seriously, seriously.
Have you been with other guys?
You never told me, Pol.
[blows raspberry]
Guys, what a disappointment.
Etienne is gay.
Huh.
- [emotional music playing]
- [Oti] Okay.
[sighs]
I make one mistake after another.
Earlier with Rai
and now with the French guy.
I-I shouldn't have done it.
[sighs] It's okay.
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Yeah.
- Just go that way.
- Go there.
- [man] Okay, yeah.
- [Flac's "Rave beat v3.0" playing]
- [chattering]
[insect chirping]
Pol?
Pol.
Tell me you're not still hungover?
What do you want?
Come on, kid.
You've slept enough, haven't you?
You spent all of Sunday in this bed.
[sniffles]
[exhales]
- Laura.
- Hi, mom.
Did you tell your father
that I'm drinking?
[sighs]
I'm so angry at you right now.
- [sighs]
- Mom, I'm working here.
You can take a break for a second
because I'm your mother.
Come here.
For your information,
thanks to your little joke,
we won't be seeing each other anymore.
Is that what you want? Yes?
To never see me again?
Well, your father told me no more visits.
All because you found some bottles
I was hiding.
Of course I hide them.
Whenever you find them, you dump them out.
Tell me, what will I offer my guests?
But I saw a lot of bottles, you know.
Clearly, Laura,
a lot of bottles for a lot of guests.
Because I have a social life.
I'm allowed to invite
as many guests as I want, that okay?
You want to live independently
with Víctor?
Well, you can forget about that,
because your idiot father won't allow it.
Since you were born,
he's never had the patience
or understanding that I do
when it comes to you.
That's enough, mama.
Okay, I'll stop now, I'll stop.
And enjoy yourself.
And now don't make things worse.
If you tell your father
I lectured you for this,
you won't see me again.
[Alfonso] God.
Do you realise, that woman
The neighbour with the flowers.
She has no one.
- Must be somebody.
- [sighs]
What are you talking about?
No one visits her.
The telephone never goes off.
She's alone.
I know how that feels.
What are you talking about?
You've never been alone like that.
Right.
But I know what it's like to feel
that you've lost what's most important.
We both know it well.
[birds chirping]
I got a six in Logic.
- Congratulations are in order.
- [Oti] Congrats!
- [Biel] Congrats.
- [Minerva] I got a seven.
I've been looking for the Wi-Fi
for a while and I can't log in.
- It won't let me.
- Here, you can have mine. It's open.
- [Biel] Oh, thanks.
- Congrats, Pol.
- [clicks tongue]
- [Oti] And how did you do, Rai?
Six and a half.
A three? No, no, no, no.
It can't be. No. Fuck!
- No, no.
- Calm down, Biel.
Go to the examination review.
I'll do it too.
- Oh, man, did you also fail?
- Oh, no, I got a seven.
A seven? You?
- Yes, me. A seven.
- [sighs]
- And you, a three. What's up, my dude?
- Fuck me.
- It's not my fault I'm good at Logic.
- [groans]
[meows]
Causa sui. Cause of itself.
It's a paradox:
the thing that is "without cause".
A substance not caused by anyone,
but that is an effect
of its own causality.
Like Baruch Spinoza wrote
in Ethics,
Demonstrated in Geometrical Order.
You can buy it now,
or borrow it from the library.
In proposition two, it says:
"Two substances with different attributes
have nothing in common with each other.
If they have nothing in common,
then, per axiom five,
they cannot be conceived
by means of each other.
And therefore, per axiom four,
one can never be the cause
of its counterpart.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
[knocks]
Don't you think we're all a little bit
Hedonist and Kantian at the same time?
You've caught me
with my pants down. [sighs]
It's my fault,
for encouraging you to know yourselves.
Sit.
[door closes]
[Pol sighs]
Is it me
or are you in the middle of a crisis?
- And look, there's a hickey.
- Oh, man.
Every time you talk,
you remind me of my teacher.
Whom you greatly admired.
What was his name?
Merlí.
Hmm. A magician?
[chuckles] More or less.
And you've come here
so I can teach you a trick or
[sighs]
How can we run away from pain
when it's always present in life?
[sighs]
How can we avoid the search for pleasure?
Do we have to satisfy all our desires?
Can reflection save us from the anguish
of not having what it is we want?
It looks like we're both
in the middle of a crisis.
No. I don't get crisis.
I provoke them.
If you are depressed,
hold on tight for the bends to come.
You're still really young.
Let me warn you,
this thing only gets worse.
[inhales]
Does Philosophy help us with pain?
The physical pain, the pain of sickness,
but also the pain
of not having the life we wish.
I'm afraid Philosophy
isn't even a consolation in these cases.
[Maria sighs deeply]
[chuckles]
We must satisfy our desires.
We must give our body what it craves.
Instead of filling it with concepts
that are impotent
before the strength of our feelings.
What we want aren't notions
like the monad or res cogitans.
What we want is to eat, sleep,
to drink, and to fuck.
[inspiring music playing]
[laughs]
[laughs]
[captivating instrumental music playing]
[dinging]