Merli. Sapere Aude (2019) s02e04 Episode Script

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Pol, we're leaving!
Glòria is going to the high school
and I'm going to the community centre.
Although I am not in a hurry.
Uh-huh, sure.
But you don't need to spend
all day playing chess.
You're becoming Kasparov.
That one was truly a champion.
Well, guys, I'm off.
Goodbye, have a nice day.
I really don't know how long I'll be able
to keep up this whole chess thing.
It's not necessary.
She's known for several days now.
Oh, goddammit all to hell, Pol.
Did you tell her?
Dad, she already suspected.
And, as you can see,
she's waiting for you to tell her.
Jesus, this is unbelievable!
I specifically asked you
not to tell her about it!
Dad, please don't yell at me.
Pol, it's very hard for me face the music.
I know, Dad, but she's your woman.
Why did we move here with Glòria?
Wasn't it a family project?
We should start talking
about things without fear, you know?
So are you really trying to
to tell me something?
I quit the car park.
Now I work at the Satanassa bar.
Don't they deal drugs at that bar?
No, no. Not at all.
You are right.
I have to talk to Glòria.
Hey
Are you doing okay?
Yeah.
And are they treating you okay
over there at Rai's?
Yeah.
SMART CARS
Oh, finally.
Shit, Efra, why are you here?
Calm down,
I'm not here for money or anything.
I just knew you weren't going to take
my call.
Not here, please.
Not here?
What, man, I just want to talk to you.
Come on,
I just want to know how you're doing.
No, but we can't talk here.
Pol, Pol.
Calm down, man,
I didn't come here to argue with you.
I just want to know how you are.
Damn it,
can't you make it a little easier for me?
Why don't you make it easier for me, huh?
If I am not answering your calls,
why do you think that is?
Okay, then tell me when can we talk?
I don't know, man, but not here.
Do you think
that every human being has dignity?
- Yes.
- Sure.
The answer seems pretty obvious, right?
Let's discuss a study
from the University of Virginia,
in the United States.
Imagine you have to program
a self-driving car.
One day, the car may not brake
in front of a cross walk
where eight pedestrians are crossing.
What is more ethical?
The car running over a group
of three pedestrians?
Or running over a group of five?
- Three, of course.
- The less harm, the better.
- That makes sense.
- Fine.
What if I tell you
that those three pedestrians are children
while the other five
are 90-year-old senior citizens?
In that case,
would you still think that killing
a group of three is less harmful?
We could say all humans have dignity,
but do you think that
some have more dignity than others?
Yeah.
No, no.
All right, quiet.
Now I will suggest a specific case.
In a cross walk,
there is an old lady, a sick person,
a businessman, and a thief.
Which one of them should the self-driving
car run over as the lesser evil?
That's easy.
- The sick one.
- Biel, dude,
the thief should get hit, don't you think?
No, because the thief can still try
to reintegrate back into society
and be productive.
But the sick man just can't.
Shit, dude, that's a bit harsh, right?
Well, what's wrong?
I am trying to be rational
and you guys are getting emotional.
No, it's it's interesting.
Please, continue.
No, I mean
I don't know if ethics can be based
on only personal feelings, because
those are subjective.
You are suggesting an ideological position
based purely on the optimisation
of economic profit.
Hmm. Yes, that's why I am saying
that the sick person costs society
a lot of money.
And I am saying this,
taking into account State resources.
So, it's all about money for you then?
I mean, in public health,
isn't money an issue to be taken into
account when making decisions?
The economic factor's important
when treating patients.
And in countries like the United States,
especially so.
That's why I think that
if we have to program the car
to cause the least harm possible,
uh, maybe it won't decide, mmm,
which people will deserve to die, but
uh, which three people
are actually worth saving.
Good argument, young man.
My idea about Plato's Symposium
still stands.
The great debate about love.
You don't want to do it?
You are having a hard time with something
related to that ham.
Am I wrong?
So maybe
Could the debate help us forget about
our personal traumas for a bit?
Good.
You'll team up with Biel.
What? Me and him?
- Yes.
- No way.
- Yes, indeed.
- No, I don't want to
You and the guy that didn't want to think.
No way, don't make me, María, I won't.
He gets better grades than you.
You retook the test and got a C.
Is that annoying?
Well, it's time for you to suck it up,
even though it's hard to accept.
There are people
who are as talented as you, or even more.
And they're happier, too.
Tomorrow at 11,
we'll meet the dean and the president.
That was a stolen ham.
Do you still want me on your team now?
A sick person and a thief.
I think we can almost dodge
the smart cars.
Well,
switch the pool vacuum on
Let's see if it can clean it,
and I'll leave this
Right here.
- Alfonso, who are you talking to?
- Huh?
No one, no one. Just myself.
Are you narrating everything you do?
I'll leave this here,
switch the pool vacuum on
Well, I guess I probably got too used
to being my own company
after my wife passed away.
I mean, don't you ever feel lonely
in such a big house?
No, of course not. I am not alone.
- Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
- Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Don't you realise that since you got here,
you already apologised
more than a thousand times?
Yes, sorry.
Yes, yes. I'll I'll
Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I'm such a bookworm.
Well, I am, too.
Or at least people call me that sometimes.
Well, you are different than most
students in this school.
You should be happy.
May I?
Yes, but you'll get bored, huh?
No way.
Wow. That's quite a relic, huh?
You said it, relics.
I'm returning these.
Hm.
Um
Look, I know I am being quite
a brown-nose.
But, er, I really love your classes.
Thank you very much.
But if I have to fail you,
I will anyway, huh?
I'm returning this one, too.
He's wonderful.
He's just amazing.
I want to be him when I grow up.
Have you read his latest article?
Here.
It's really good.
CULTURAL HURRICANE
Yeah, yeah. It's very similar, yes.
- It's almost identical.
- Huh?
- I mean, he plagiarised it.
- Huh?
It's plagiarism.
I mean, the title, the topic,
whole sentences literally plagiarised.
But one thing, Biel, everyone cheats.
I did it on the exam.
- And look how that ended up
- I am not kidding.
And this is not the only
article he copied.
I've checked six old magazines
like this one
and I've already found
six plagiarised articles.
Why would such a wise man
do something like this?
Maybe he's not that wise.
Maybe he uses an earpiece
to teach his class.
Uh
- Thanks, thanks.
- But he's a fake!
He makes money by copying old articles
from magazines that no one ever reads!
- But Octavi uses his own words.
- Sure.
I mean, he uses those magazines
for inspiration.
- All writers copy!
- I didn't mean that!
Philosophers too. They all copied Plato.
- Yes, what do they say?
- No
- Um, the history of philosophy is
- No, no, no.
Western Philosophy
is a Plato footnote.
- Wow, I love that quote.
- It's really good.
Really good.
- And you know what, Rai?
- What?
I might buy a vibrator.
What?
Hey, Biel.
I'm having a bad day, Pol.
I'm having a bad year.
To be honest,
I really need you for the debate league.
How interesting!
The top student in the school needs me!
Come on, Biel, stop it.
I already told you that you win
and the debate league is all yours.
It won't really be a league.
Bolaño wants to recreate
Plato's symposium instead.
- A theatre play.
- No
No, it would be like opening
a public debate about
whatever we decide.
Imagine a table in the cloister,
with ham, and food, and cold cuts
We'll pose a question for people
to talk about.
So what, all of a sudden,
I'm good enough for you?
I am not looking for someone good.
No, you are looking for
a mediocre student, come on
Look, Biel.
Not everybody in class
will complete this degree, okay?
But you and I will graduate.
And you know why?
Not because we are good,
but because we care deeply
about philosophy.
I want to team up with you because
you are passionate about philosophy.
Will I get a moment of glory?
Yes, I promise.
And you're planning to serve food
in the cloister,
in June, when it's full of flies?
We'll think of somewhere else to go.
Well, your special friend
is working on the main hall, right?
Okay, okay, whatever you say. Yes, yes.
And I'm saying I already told you this
before starting, right?
Look, I have work to do, I'm sorry.
Yes, that's fine. We'll talk about it.
Okay? Bye.
Hi.
Hey.
Everything good?
Yes.
Yeah, yeah. It's fine.
Tied up with work and all.
Hmm.
When are you done?
Jesus, you sound like the President.
No, no, I mean
It's just that we were thinking
of possibly holding the final debate here
- at the end of the year.
- Oh.
Hmm
Well, I'm not sure.
It depends.
I have to fire one of the workers.
The problem is I don't know which one.
What would you do?
Well, most importantly,
you shouldn't take this so lightly.
Look, right now,
the numbers don't match up.
Even though this isn't easy,
I have to make a decision.
Yeah, sure, but you're talking about this
like it's a game
and I think it requires some empathy,
don't you think so?
I also want a lot of things
that I don't get.
That's just life, right?
I'm leaving so you can make
that important decision yourself.
Oh, my God! What are you doing, you sicko!
You are living in an apartment
with other people,
you can't walk around,
like, naked like this!
- That's so weird!
- What what's happening?
Fuck! I thought I was all alone here
and then Amy walked in, dude.
- What the hell?
- And this is scraping me.
You are pretty hairy, Arnau.
There's something wrong with her.
You're one to talk,
with a pineapple on your balls.
Hi, sweetie.
Don't call me sweetie.
Sorry.
I'm planning on throwing
a Philosophy party next month.
Will you come?
I can't come.
I don't see myself at a college party.
Pol will be there.
What do you mean?
Well, I mean that
that the two of you
since the first day, right?
I know he's into you,
and he's got no boyfriend, or girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Yes.
Um, well, I'm off to class.
See you later, okay, Axel?
- So, you'll talk to the President?
- No, we'll both talk.
Well, we'll see once we get there.
If I freeze up, help me out, okay?
Bolaño will be there,
there's no need to be nervous at all.
My eyes are stinging,
I didn't get any sleep last night.
Why is that?
I was so nervous,
I just couldn't stop reading
Plato's Symposium
I feel like I was going crazy.
I think my head's going to explode.
Come on, don't exaggerate, Biel.
I'm totally serious.
My brain is fried after reading
so much philosophy
and trying so hard to understand it.
I got obsessed with getting good grades
and now I think I'm paying for it.
- I'm tired of thinking so much.
- I got you, thinking is exhausting.
Now I get your speech against philosophy.
Well, it wasn't really against philosophy.
You have to take it easy, Biel.
But it's very hard for me.
Look, the majority of people, huh?
Would take this mandarin orange,
eat it, and that's it
I don't.
I take it, I look at it, and I wonder:
why does this orange exist?
Where does it come from?
Where is it going?
And as we previously agreed
with the Dean's office back in
- January.
- January.
We have decided
to bring back the debate league
coordinated by Philosophy students
under the guidance of María Bolaño.
With a different proposal.
María, would you explain?
Yes, the idea is to call students
to an open debate,
taking the idea of Plato's Symposium
as a starting point.
It would be the recreation
of the Symposium in the main hall.
What? The main hall?
And you've decided this
on all on your own, Maria?
We think it would be the perfect place.
Let's consider two things.
First of all,
this is not the channel, Dr. Llorenç.
The Dean's office came up with the idea
of restarting the league.
They bypassed me,
and now they want to turn it
into a picnic.
Secondly, the main hall is not
a place for experiments.
I totally agree.
When the main hall is finished,
it will be inaugurated
with a formal event.
Of course, that's right,
let's close the main hall
to actual students.
Who do you think you are?
Can I say something?
Debate leagues are boring.
They are contests in which
some win and some lose.
And with our idea, everybody wins.
That's right, imagine a few tables,
and food for all,
and we'll address
the entire audience and
we'll begin a debate about philosophy,
about love, about life, really.
And, at the end, uh,
everyone will eat something.
And we'll inaugurate the main hall.
Doing this would change the typical image
of students of Philosophy.
And what's that image?
We're boring.
That's absurd.
In Philosophy, we love making jokes.
Laughing is like fresh air.
So what exactly would you call this event?
Symposium against Philosophy.
You know, if that man
is talking to himself, be careful.
Don't exaggerate, Susana.
He's peculiar, that's all.
Oh, Vicky, who cares.
What matters is he helps you at home.
- This is such a big place.
- Oh, yeah, it's way too big.
I mean, the garden is priceless.
But the house inside
Hmm. There are rooms you don't even use.
No, we use them all, Susana.
Come on, I don't think you use
the kitchen very much,
especially now that you have Mr. Alfonso.
Quiet. Here he comes.
Now, I'll take these glasses.
You were right.
He said: I'll take these glasses.
That's hilarious.
It's like he's describing what he's doing
for a blind person.
I talk to myself, I talk to myself,
I talk to myself
Well, if you want me to talk to myself
Then
then I'll talk to myself.
I'll take this vegetable soup
and I'll pour it down the drain.
Mm-Bah!
You can eat canned soup from now on
and just fuck off.
Axel.
Hey.
Um
I just wanted to say
That I really had no right to judge you
and the way you handle your business.
If the numbers don't match up, they don't.
Fine. Don't worry about it.
And
And the President is considering
holding the debate here
in the main hall and
and I wanted you to know that.
Hmm, you apologise so that you can ask me
to get the main hall ready for you.
No, no, that's not true.
Well, a bit I guess.
But I wanted to know
if it could possible be ready.
Well, I have something
that I'd like to know too.
Your friend Oti told me by mistake
that you're bisexual.
Goddammit, Oti.
You could have told me yourself.
Do you really think that it's so important
to define who I am as a person?
No, I don't care if you are bi.
But I want to know is if there
are more things that I should know
that you haven't told me.
I guess there are some, yeah.
You don't get to know a person
by walking a dog one day.
There's something mysterious about you
that makes me think
there's more you're hiding.
Well, no.
Fine.
So then I'm wrong, right?
You are.
It's too soon to know
when the main hall will be finished.
- Are you headed to Bolaño's?
- Yeah.
I might skip class,
I don't know what Oti and Pol will do.
But I thought you and Pol weren't really
friends anymore, right?
- Oh, my God, of course we're friends!
- Hmm.
Just like you are.
- Octavi, hello.
- Hello.
Your latest article is very good.
Thank you very much.
But I had a look at
some of those magazines
that you returned to the library.
Very interesting.
No, not that much.
It's best if you just
read the bibliography.
I'd like to give you an A.
He doesn't want me to read them.
He doesn't care.
- He got pretty nervous.
- No, he didn't get very nervous.
So, the University of Virginia
and its smart cars
are the obsession
of all the Philosophy students,
as they wonder who
or how many bystanders should be killed.
This ethical dilemma is nothing more than
a variation of the famous trolley problem
created by Philippa Foot
more than 50 years ago.
I guess you probably all have
your own conclusions
on how to program the smart car.
Obviously, there's not one right answer
to these ethical dilemmas.
Yes?
Is there any point to this exercise?
I mean, I guess see the point
in studying human morality
and it sparks an interesting
ethical debate, but
the actual question,
"Who would you kill first?",
makes you sound like a Nazi, right?
I mean, programming a smart car
to decide who you wanna get rid of?
If it's so smart,
why don't we program it to save us?
I mean, we could program the car
to fly if the breaks stop working
We're trying to decide
whose life is more valuable,
a thief's, a sick man's, or an old man's.
Why is humanity totally obsessed
with sacrifice?
Do they want us to play at killing?
I mean,
they make us take sides and tell us
who deserves to die when one day,
we're gonna end up being
the old person, the thief,
or the sick person, you know?
Hey, Pol, do you want to have a drink?
I'd love to, Oti, but I can't now.
I have to go to Satanassa,
I start early today.
I'd love to stay and tell you off
for telling Axel I'm bi.
Oh, sorry, it slipped out,
I wasn't thinking.
Oh, you're something else.
Pol, why are you ignoring me lately?
We used to talk all the time.
I don't know.
Everyone thinks you've been weird.
Since Etienne left you,
you're a little bit distant.
I'm fine, Oti.
Look, Pol.
I might be many things, but I'm not dumb.
Don't say I'm fine. I don't buy it.
You don't need to tell me what's wrong.
But please tell me
if there is something wrong.
If you need me,
you know where to find me, right?
- Hi.
- Hello.
What's this?
A present for you.
Seriously? Candy bananas?
What? You don't like them?
What person doesn't like candy?
Why?
It's the best antidote
for repetitive circular thinking.
- Hmm.
- Trust me, you can use more of them.
If you need anything, María, just whistle.
I am really glad you are here, Octavi.
Hey
- Do you pity me?
- No.
Do you feel sorry for yourself?
No. Of course not.
María.
Again?
I know what you think,
that I am my worst enemy.
No, I didn't say that.
- Come on, come in
- No, no, no.
Don't touch me.
And don't call an ambulance.
But why are you here, María?
I want you to know that
I remember perfectly well
that the Symposium idea was yours
when you were my student.
Yeah, I know.
And I hope everything goes well.
Sílvia
you are my only friend.
I was wrong about you,
you put up with so much from me.
I miss you.
I love you, you stupid bitch.
Now close the door.
But what?
Close it, damn you!
When Octavi started talking about
his, uh, trip to Kenya,
- it all sounded so false
- He made it all up.
I bet the farthest he's been
is Düsseldorf.
Like somewhere grey and boring, you know?
Well, Düsseldorf is very nice.
Well, well, yeah, yeah. I don't know.
To To Rubí, for example.
- To Rubí.
- Well, yeah.
I have a cousin that works
as a professor in Milwaukee.
He's the most broken man
I've ever met in my entire life.
- A cousin in Milwaukee?
- Yes.
He's stupid, but he's so gorgeous.
I've had a lot of fantasies about him.
- He's got some hair on his belly
- You are right.
Octavi is a pretty good teacher,
but he's a fake.
He copies articles.
People can let you down. Like Oti and me.
One day, she came home and she told me
to pack my things and get out.
Yeah, Oti and I also drifted apart
right after Rai's party.
Oh, she didn't tell you?
No.
There were kisses and other stuff.
Anyway.
Don't look at me, I didn't know anything.
This chick turns me on more every day.
Now she tells me she hooked up with Oti.
Hmph!
It's Oti, you know how she is
The other day you two hooked up, right?
Anyway
THE SUPERMARKET THAT LOVES YOU
Hey, Efra.
I'm in front of the store.
Are you almost done?
Shit.
Hey
Dude, I can't believe they fired you
from your job because of me.
Well
- It's cool.
- No, it's not cool.
And did they charge you for the mess too?
Pol, I went to see you
I wanted to tell you I'm leaving.
Where to?
To a city where no one will know
anything about me.
I'll get to know new people
and get a job as a tour guide.
Or as a car washer.
If I hadn't shown up at the supermarket
Pol, stop thinking about it,
they didn't fire me
because of what you did.
Since they found out I have HIV,
they were looking for an excuse
to get rid of me.
That couldn't be why they fired you.
Not officially, because it doesn't
look good for them, but
I know it's because of AIDS.
Don't call it AIDS.
I know I'm not telling you anything
you don't know.
If you have cancer,
someone feels sorry for you.
If you're HIV positive,
you have the plague.
I'm trying to get my shit together.
I think of other things.
I have fun, sometimes,
I'm adapting to my medication routine.
But you didn't tell anyone, right?
Because otherwise they'll start seeing you
as a depraved faggot.
Jesus, Efra.
Humanity needs someone to burn.
They didn't teach you that in school?
I really fucking liked you,
you know that, right?
Especially when you said
"I am Pol. That's all."
So when are you
What?
No, I mean
I had a great time fucking you.
Don't feel bad, Efra.
You didn't know about it.
That's all.
Hello?
Hi.
So, how was your class?
Checkmate.
I know Pol told you the truth.
Why didn't you tell me?
I was ashamed, Glòria.
The Tax Office situation was humiliating.
We're together for a reason, right?
I'm here to help you.
I would have helped you pay the tax fine.
No way!
Thanks, but I got myself into this
and I'll get myself out of it.
Gosh, you're so proud!
Please, don't be mad at me, honey.
So now I have to work at Rai's
until I pay my debt.
And then, good riddance.
I have a contract.
Of course you have one.
Do they treat you well?
They treat me very well.
Today, the woman that owns
the house told me,
"Alfonso, just take a break,
please have a drink with us."
And suddenly there I was,
like a maharajah,
having a refreshing beer in the garden.
It's a surprise, surprise,
come on, you'll see.
- You guys just follow me.
- Goodbye, handsome.
- Goodbye, good night.
- Come on, let's go.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- See you tomorrow, handsome.
- Bye.
- Kevin, aren't you turning the lights off?
- No, Dino's there.
All right. Good night.
Come here.
I was about to leave, everyone's gone.
This is delicious. You're a quick learner.
Since I found out I can take my pills
with alcohol,
I pamper myself from time to time.
Come closer.
Who wants to live on an island
and keep their secrets?
Not me.
Who doesn't have any regrets?
Me neither.
And that's pure philosophy.
That's not bad.
Oh, and you like my pill box.
Black and white.
Like dominoes. Look.
Our Lady of Paracetamol,
may she never fail, we beg you, our Lord.
Omeprazole,
my protector against gastric storms.
Lorazepam, just half of it.
I've been trying
to quit tranquilizers for
for two years, but this takes some time.
And here, my dearest friend,
anti-retroviral
keeping my enemy away
for 25 years now, 1995.
My friends disappeared
before an effective drug combination
was found.
Of all of them, only I remain.
What were they like?
My friends? Oh, I had a lot of them
And they dropped like flies.
Adyel, a 28-year-old Cuban guy
Juan Carlos,
from a little town in Extremadura,
but had to leave because they attacked him
during the town fiesta.
On one street,
a procession for the Virgin Mary,
and on another, they stoned him
because he was queer.
Jordi
Jordi, exquisite man, a lawyer,
a huge dick.
Impressive
His widow and his two children
never got over it, and
Hey.
Excuse me, Apollo.
Can you stop looking at me
like I'm a sick person?
I really wasn't looking at you that way.
But, I mean, you are sick, aren't you?
No.
Sick people have a fever and stay in bed.
I have a virus.
We accept each other and we coexist.
I come to work every day.
I take care of the bar,
I talk to my customers,
I perform on that stage.
Do I look like a sick person?
No, no, sure.
It's society's prejudice, I guess, right?
Society can get fucked in the ass!
I don't need anyone's approval
and I don't need permission
to be in their world.
Since I was diagnosed,
I've taken better care of myself.
If not, would I look this
great in my clothes?
I dress better than ever,
I eat better than ever,
everything tastes better
and everything looks better on me.
I buy presents for myself.
I am a horrible, spoiled child.
I've found out that I'm a person
who lives for pleasure.
After all, Apollo,
that is the secret to perfect health.
Nothing to say?
One day, I'd like you to meet
someone special.
Is he handsome?
She's a woman.
You're fired.
I have absolutely no time
for the heterosexual community.
But Apollo recommends her.
Let me say that today,
Dino made Apollo happy.
Mmmm.