Merli. Sapere Aude (2019) s02e05 Episode Script

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NETFLIX PRESENTS
AN ORIGINAL MOVISTAR + SERIES
I bought this dress in Paris
six months ago.
- And now look. And I'm wearing shapewear.
- [door opens]
- I don't get it.
- [door closes]
Then the wig, 30 euros. What do you think?
- Pol! In two minutes, we're off!
- I mean
- Sounds good.
- What? What? Y-You're leaving?
What am I gonna do on my own?
I don't know anyone here.
- I'm telling you, Dino is worth knowing.
- Yeah.
And why am I supposed to like
that guy Dino again?
He's the most empathetic person I know.
You can tell him whatever you want
and he'll love you.
Not you.
You don't go around telling your secrets.
The only thing I know about you is that
- well, you steal hams.
- Attention!
I received an offer today
to sell the place.
- [all gasping]
- No!
- But what would I do with a million euros?
- [groans]
- Oh, Dino.
- I can't believe this man. [groans]
Ooh.
Is this the famous María Bolaño?
Absolutely. It is.
Oh, wow.
Apollo has told me so much about you.
- Apollo?
- Mm.
Two kisses for the professor.
[pop music playing]
First of all,
let us get something straight.
- I like the men.
- Right.
I'm an alcoholic, okay?
And I haven't had a drink in two months.
So, I already have one foot in the taxi.
Oh, get that foot out,
because I have a mocktail
you're going to love
and you won't even miss the alcohol.
It has pomegranate, lime,
lemon, and ginger ale.
Hey, kid!
A Shirley Temple for María Bolaño.
[pop music continues playing]
[Pol chuckles]
[Ángel] I'm dying to party, king!
There'll be more than 300 people.
- [Pol] And people all wear masks?
- [Ángel] Of course.
- All very Versailles, you know?
- [Pol] Okay, okay.
- Something wrong, Discobolus?
- Not at all!
I just want to see everyone
and make things as they were before.
Why before? Before what?
- To the past!
- [engine revs]
Yes!
[both laughing, whooping]
[opening theme music playing]
CRAUGH
[Pol] I love how excited you are
for this, Ángel. [laughs]
I'm gonna seize the moment.
We'll all be bald and fat in ten years!
Come on, you're-you're not helping, man.
[Ángel] The world is like that.
- Look, photo props, clothes
- This is great.
- Wow, I want a photo.
- drinks
- Photo! Photo, photo, photo!
- Okay, okay.
- [girls] Photo!
- [Ángel] Let's take a funny one.
- Aah!
- Another, another.
- Like this?
- In another way.
- Move. Like this?
- All right.
- "Like this"? [giggles]
- [Ángel roars]
- [squeaks] Let's check it out.
- Okay, let's see.
- Oh, that's awesome.
- No. No, no, no.
- Hold up.
- Delete it.
- I look fat, delete it.
- Come on, Ángel. It is what it is.
- Careful with the clothes.
- [laughs]
- [Ángel] This is for me!
- This is great, man.
- Let's see, um
- [Biel] Wait for me.
- this one.
- [Biel] Wait for me. [laughs]
- Biel!
- Mozart or what?
Oh, Oti, she fooled me.
I don't know, you can't say no to her.
- Oh, you look so good, man.
- [laughs] Yeah.
[upbeat dance music playing]
What's up, man?
- Rai?
- Arnau!
- I'm Oti's ex.
- [laughs] Arnau, what's up?
- Fine.
- Are you here with your math friends?
- No, with Amy. Yeah.
- Is Amy here?
- Oh, I didn't know. Where?
- Look.
Amy!
- [gasps] Pol!
- Hey there!
[laughs]
- How are you? I missed you.
- Wow!
In my department,
this would be impossible.
I just love Philosophy!
Well, she should change majors.
- [laughs]
- Yes, man.
- She could come to math with me.
- You like Amy?
She turns me on, man.
Did you know that she made out with Oti?
Are you serious?
Well, Oti, guess she likes to experiment.
Yeah, shit, I get it.
I'd experiment with everybody here.
Yeah, I'm still in love with Oti, man.
Oti?
[sighs]
Palace life is so extravagantly nice!
[laughing]
[Rai] Oh, I finally find you, Alfonso.
Oh, hey, Rai. Just leaving.
No, no, wait.
Iron this shirt for me first.
I can't, I-I should have left
an hour ago, to be honest.
Come on, it'll take a moment.
I'm going to a party with Pol
over at the university.
Don't you have 40 shirts in your closet
already ironed?
I didn't count them,
but just with a glance, you
Alfonso, I want to wear
this one tonight, okay?
- [sighs]
- I'm asking you nicely.
Okay.
It'll be ready in a minute.
[sighs]
Oh.
You don't look well at all, madam.
- Feeling all right?
- I'm fine, Alfonso.
Okay, well, I was just going
to iron this shirt for Rai.
Go iron then.
[Alfonso] Mm.
Hm.
[humming]
[sighs]
[gasps] Wow.
Oh, my God.
Ah.
[clattering]
Oh. Oh.
[vocalising]
["Give Me One Minute" playing]
What do you want me to say?
It seems the Catalan indifference
to meeting people
has, well, rubbed off on me.
Yes, they are very peculiar.
They shut themselves in their homes
till 7:00 in the evening.
Oh, I do as well.
I think I've already wandered enough.
Oh. I get it.
Closed doors and a sober head.
So you don't get out
as a thirsty she-wolf.
The comparison was unnecessary.
Well, okay, girl.
"Girl"?
Wow, you are sensitive.
I don't like being called "girl."
Never happen again.
["Give Me One Minute" continues playing]
You have kids?
Yes, I have a daughter.
Her name is Laura, she's 28,
she works, and has a boyfriend.
And they want an apartment together.
They have Down's Syndrome.
They love each other?
It seems so.
How wonderful.
Aren't you going to ask
if I have any kids?
- So, do you have children?
- Yeah. Just one.
It was with a lesbian.
The '80s were madness.
We had a very intense affair.
A bit fleeting,
'cause she suddenly took off,
but I like to think
that my son's name is Elton,
that they are both and happy and tanned
on the glistening white sands of Florida.
So you actually don't know
if you're a father.
No, I'm convinced I am, of course.
A father knows things like this.
Every time is rains, my cock hurts.
[both laughing]
[Oti] I would also like
to participate in the banquet.
Sure, just sign up, Oti.
Yeah, if we need tables,
towels, or chairs
I'm not talking about towels.
I'm saying I also want to have a say,
like you guys.
Oh, shit. Yes.
Uh, of course, no-no-no problem,
if-if you think you can.
Of course I can.
I'm also studying this degree,
you asshole.
Ugh.
Ah, shit, I'm so stupid.
Hey, you guys, look at this.
They're crazy.
Apparently, they're having
a race in heels later.
Yes, the Versailles Mile
that I plan to win.
- You're not winning anything.
- Come on, big thinker.
Well, if you want to try, go ahead, okay?
But just know that you're gonna lose.
- Whoa, we'll see. I run fast, you know.
- I'm also in.
Okay, fine.
Hey, what's up, Rai?
- I was looking for you earlier, man.
- Hey!
Shit, really, man?
Are you feeling okay?
You're actually wanting to see me?
- Yeah. What's wrong?
- No, nothing, it's just strange.
Oh, hey, Amy O'Connor!
Rai House Michael!
[laughs] I love it.
Do you have a gun there
to shoot hypocrites or what?
- [Amy] Maybe.
- [Rai] How are you?
- [Amy] Good!
- [Rai] Hey, Arnau, how are you?
- [chattering]
- [dance music continues playing]
- Why are you carrying a watermelon?
- I'm saving it for your banquet.
Oti, I didn't mean what I said.
No, it was spontaneous,
which is even worse.
Man, nobody's forgiven me for getting
a fucking zero on the ethics exam.
Stop judging me, asshole.
- You're not Seneca.
- You're right. Yes.
I'm this close to quitting school
to stop hearing you.
Hey. Don't even say that, okay?
If you quit your studies, uh, so will I.
I don't care.
I just want a friend. [sighs]
Of course, y-you
You and I have always understood
each other.
I want you to know that the day we fucked,
I really liked it, okay?
And-And-And you never know
if you want to do it again.
I'm not in love with you, okay?
I'm talking about sex.
I-I-I wouldn't mind if it happened again.
Okay, I said it.
Well, I liked it too, dude.
But I can't just go around
kissing the whole class.
Whole?
- Well, not really, just you and Pol.
- Oh.
But, it's okay, Pol and I didn't fuck.
It was all more, like, tactile.
Sensory, you know?
Are we still friends?
And, if you want,
I can help you with metaphysics.
I'm better at it than you.
Okay. That's fine.
Here. [grunts]
[grunting]
[retches] Rai!
[coughs]
Rai! [groans]
[retching]
Madam? Madam! Oh, my God.
- Where's my son?
- Uh, he's not home. What's-What's wrong?
Everything. Can't you see?
Everything is spinning.
Go away, don't look at me, go away!
- [coughing]
- Here. Cover up, cover up.
Oh, this is awful.
You must've eaten something
that didn't agree with you.
No, no, it's vertigo.
- It's not the first time it's happened.
- Vertigo.
I know some pills
that are perfect for vertigo
that will sort you out.
- No problem.
- Oh. Oh, now you're also a doctor?
Listen, the same thing happened to me
on my honeymoon.
We went to Gandia, to a hotel,
I felt sick,
and the bellhop recommended me
Jesus, Alfonso, I'm here dying here
in front of you,
and you're talking about
your honeymoon in Gandia. [groans]
Ah, o-okay. I won't bother you anymore.
- You can stay there feeling vertigo.
- [groaning]
[retching]
[Alfonso sighs]
Oh, don't just stand there, Alfonso,
go to the pharmacy
to buy me those pills from Gandia.
Yes, I'm going, I'm going.
[retches]
- Poor thing.
- [Oti laughs]
- [thuds]
- [people gasping]
[people laughing, cheering]
We got his head!
[laughter]
It's crazy. Spanish villages
remind me so much of Arkansas.
[laughing]
She's all in, right?
But of course Catalunya
has a strong personality.
- Really strong.
- Oh, yeah.
I-It definitely has a really personality.
Yeah, we-we have all these
insane masked parties, races in heels.
Really amazing stuff here.
Well, if you don't like it, you can leave.
You'd like that, yeah.
Come on, Rai, if you don't want to party,
why are you here?
No, on the contrary,
I really want to party.
But I just don't want to wear any mask
because I don't want to make
a fool of myself.
The rest is great, actually.
[dance music playing]
[Biel] It's pointless to make us
believe that love is the place
where a sexual relationship comes from.
- It's the other way around.
- Okay, but don't get angry.
- Don't get angry.
- Hey! We were talking about love.
- I wasn't, she wasn't, just him.
- No, I wasn't.
I was saying that love has its roots
in the sexual instinct.
- I didn't say that, it was Schopenhauer.
- Well, maybe he was right, you know.
And that means that love
has no importance?
- That's what I want to know.
- All right, but what are we doing here?
Are we here to dance? No.
We came to mate, to fuck like leopards.
No, speak for yourself,
I'm doing my thing.
No, look at all these people.
They're using dancing to flirt,
and that's all.
Come on, man.
Is this what you learn in school?
Not at all, not at all.
- No
- No, not at all, not at all.
Now, really. Now, really. Wha
Who likes to dance?
- I do.
- No one!
No, dancing it's just a means
to get to sex.
- That's all!
- Does this happen often to him, Pol?
- If you want, I can ask the people.
- [Arnau laughs]
- Come on, dude
- No, man.
- [girl] Don't make a scene.
- Don't ask the people.
- Don't make a scene.
- You're not doing that.
- You're not doing that.
- [girl] Don't make a scene.
- Biel, no!
- [Arnau] Come on.
[girl] Biel. [groans]
[dance music continues playing]
- [microphone thudding]
- [music fading]
Hello. Sorry.
It'll just be a moment, okay?
[microphone feedback ringing]
Uh, tell me the truth.
How many of you came today
expecting to dance?
[laughter]
No one!
Because what-what you're hoping
for tonight is some other thing.
- To fuck!
- [laughter]
Come on, really, you got showered,
perfumed, and dressed elegantly tonight
- just to dance?
- [crowd whistling]
- I mean [laughs]
- [crowd whooping]
More, more, Biel!
If you are dancing now,
it's because you are not fucking!
[crowd cheering, whistling]
Who wants to fuck me?
[crowd cheering, laughing]
This guy is absolutely crazy. [laughs]
Eighty-five
14-56-2-27
and take six,
and I take one-nine and two
Oh, oh, yes.
It's almost a miracle
when the till adds up.
Beautiful. Yes.
Hey, hey, you know, I still have
to pay for mine, okay?
Oh, my God, that's so Catalan.
Everyone pays for their own. [chuckles]
As it should be, okay? [chuckling]
And good bread, good wine,
a good fire, a good time.
I really like the saying, "No need."
Instead of, "You don't have to,"
they say, "No need."
Wouldn't it be lovely
to have "no needs," ever?
[chuckling]
- Well, Dino. I'm out.
- Why?
I've been here too long.
You have other people
to talk to besides me?
Well, what do you think,
you're a psychologist?
- Trying to write self-help books?
- It's not a criticism.
This is only my impression.
Look, eh, I don't want to get angry, okay?
It was nice, we talked,
and we can meet up again with Apollo.
But for the moment, you and I,
we are only strangers to each other.
My name is Balbino.
My mother was from Asturias.
Some people called me Balbi,
others, they called me Bino.
When we got to Barcelona,
I told my mother,
"Here, I'm going to be Dino."
- In honour of Dean Martin.
- Hm.
Of course, nobody remembers
Dean Martin anymore, right?
I do.
And you don't want to spend the evening
with another one of his fans?
Some other time.
Who does your hair?
Excuse me?
It's just a question.
Well, I do.
And it shows.
If you stay, I'll do your hair.
And in exchange, you will give me
a class on ethics.
[Alfonso] Every eight hours.
Like clockwork.
Don't forget.
If you want, I'll set an alarm.
No, no, it's not necessary, Alfonso.
I can stay for a while to make sure that
No, no. Go, please.
Call the hotel in Gandia,
I want you to ask for the bellhop
and then thank him
for recommending you the pills.
Oh, that poor man. He's dead, madam.
Mm.
- They called him Martinete.
- [chuckles]
Because of his last name, Martín.
He was short.
I mean, really, really short.
Bald. [chuckles]
A very friendly man.
I spent a night talking to him
way later than I should have.
He told me about his sad childhood
in a very small village in Galicia,
and his first love
whom he dreamed of every night.
[both chuckle]
Three days later, we came down
for breakfast, me and my wife, and
the owner of the hotel came to us
with tears in his eyes then
"He's dead, Martinete."
[Alfonso sighs, clicks tongue]
He'd had a motorcycle accident.
[Alfonso chuckles, sighs]
- Alfonso.
- Hmm?
You've already stayed two hours longer.
You should go home now.
Yes.
Yeah, yeah.
- Glòria will think I got lost. [chuckles]
- Mm.
Oh, here, i-in case you feel
like vomiting again.
- Alfonso, I don't vomit in buckets.
- [laughs]
Sleep well.
Good night.
[dramatic music playing]
[singing]
[clears throat]
Oh, here you are, here you are.
[chuckles] Well then.
Hello, hello, hello!
Take off my husband's suit right now
or I'm gonna call the police.
[stammering] Yes.
[stammering] Yes, yes.
Yes, I wasn't going to take it, I swear.
Alfonso, you are just lucky
I'm not strong enough to shout.
Uh, I-I'll leave everything as-as it was
in a minute, madam.
A-And you, you take care of yourself.
- Take care
- I'll take care if I want to.
- I-I'm sorry.
- We'll talk about this tomorrow.
Madam. Madam.
I can't believe it. I'm such an idiot.
I'm such a goddamn idiot!
- [party music playing]
- [crowd chattering, cheering]
- [glasses clinking]
- Be careful, man.
Come on, let's do it,
let's do it, let's do it.
- Another one!
- Ah, ah, ah.
[music softens]
[Rai] Look what
you started here, dude. [laughs]
I made myself
look like a big fucking idiot.
Not at all! It was fun.
No, it wasn't.
On Monday, they'll point at me
all around campus.
- If I show up.
- You're the god of love, Biel.
Well, when it comes to me,
it doesn't go well at all.
Did you know that I used to like Minerva?
- Oh, shut up.
- Hm.
And I really didn't like you.
- [laughing]
- Oh, shit.
So, is it the moment to take
our masks off or what? [laughing]
When you told us
Minerva was staying in Argentina,
deep inside, I was glad.
It's helped me to forget her.
I'm not in love anymore.
Luckily, I believe
love has an expiration date,
like some type of food, you know.
Somehow, I knew I wouldn't have
a good time today.
[grunts]
Did I really grab the mic
and tell people they weren't fucking?
You really did.
Epictetus said
- that you shouldn't live your life
- [shushes]
thinking about the past, or the future,
but you should only concentrate
on the present
because it's the only way
to maintain control over things.
- And not even then.
- No, yeah, no.
Not even then. That's for sure.
- Ouch!
- Well, look, it's all tangled.
Pull it, pull it tight,
you have to untangle it.
Her hair is very rough.
Hey, hey, honey, don't you have
some date with a soccer player?
Oh, my lovelies, I'm the player.
Don't forget to put some blush on her.
- Goodbye.
- [Penny] Buh-bye.
Okay, close your eyes.
Now, tell me something about you.
Oh, I only know about opera.
Do you like the opera?
Not especially.
But I just love Mozart's "Requiem."
- Tremendous.
- Mm-hm.
Though I prefer the part
Mozart didn't compose.
Ah. You're something else.
Yeah, you, on the other hand,
are the simplest man in the world, mm.
Open your eyes.
[María chuckles, clicks tongue]
Oh. [clicks tongue]
No, I don't like it.
Not my style.
Clearly. You don't take care of yourself.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Well, sometimes, I can be too honest.
You can stick your honesty someplace else.
I'm leaving.
Oh, stop saying you're leaving
and fucking leave already.
And tell the world it was Dino
who noticed you didn't like yourself,
who invested his time
taking care of your image.
So much Epictetus shit,
but you are anchored in the past,
pining for what could have been!
[dramatic music playing]
I would love to be young again
like Apollo, but
well
[crowd whooping, cheering]
[groans]
[party music playing]
What's up, Rai? [laughing]
Have you seen Biel?
I've lost him.
[blows raspberries]
- Well, he'll show up.
- I haven't seen him.
I'm sorry for you,
but in the end, I stayed.
Jeez, man, that's the third, fourth,
or fifth dig you've made today.
I didn't want you to go.
Well, well, I'm not so sure about that.
You want to pick a fight? Hey, man.
No, not at all, but to be my friend,
I'll have to steal
your wallet again, right?
You're fed up with me. Hm?
I'll be friends with Biel,
the new man of the hour in philosophy.
Rai, what the fuck is wrong
with you, dude? Just talk.
I'll tell you, I'll tell you.
Damn it, you've been an asshole
since the day that you went
to adopt the dogs with Axel, okay?
Friends of the dog.
And then you didn't show up
in class for a week,
wi-with the excuse about your family, man.
I-I don't buy it.
I don't fucking buy it, dude.
Admit you've turned a bit distant,
or just plain stupid.
And it pisses me off. I'm pissed off.
It pisses me off because we were friends.
And I understood you had a crush on me
and I even gifted you a little kiss, man.
[retching]
Oh, fuck you, dude.
[splashes]
[coughs]
Pol.
[grunts] No, I'm fine. Don't worry,
- I'm totally fine.
- [Oti] Pol.
- Pol, I think you drank too much.
- [breathing heavily]
[grunts] I'm not all right, Oti.
I'm not all right.
This must be the medicine.
- [cell phone ringing]
- [grunts] Shit.
- What the hell?
- Answer it.
Oh, I hope it's not my lady boss.
[grunts]
Oh.
[party music playing over phone]
What's going on, Rai?
I'm at the university,
a-a-and I got a bit wet,
and I need clothes, Alfonso.
But how do you expect me to go
to your house to pick up clothes?
No, you don't need to go to my house,
Alfonso, i-i-it's faster
if you just take Pol's clothes.
All right, I'm coming.
Hey, wait. Hey, w-wait, kid.
If I do overtime,
I want more than I'm usually paid.
- Or you don't go.
- Or I won't go.
A hundred euros?
- [whispers] A hundred euros?
- Two hundred.
[in normal voice] Two hundred.
Or else, you're gonna get pneumonia.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
I-I'll wait for you at the front entrance.
Don't take longer than ten minutes, 'kay?
[clears throat]
Ah, shit.
If I had asked him for 300 euros,
he would have said yes.
I'm such a fool.
[grunts]
[pills clattering]
[humming]
[blowing raspberries]
- Rai.
- You don't say.
- Give me that.
- Mm, hey.
The fuck?
Okay, kid, either you say "please"
or I'll go back home with the clothes.
- Fucking hell.
- So?
[sighs]
- Can you give me the bag?
- Hm
Pretty please?
- [grunts]
- Thanks, okay, Alfonso? Thank you.
Of course.
Perfect ending for a fucking shitty night.
Fuck me. Shit.
Why are you complaining?
Some people wade through actual shit
and you skate through all of it
with your own superyacht.
[Oti] Does your father know?
[Pol] He doesn't.
[Oti] And that's why
you're not seeing Axel?
Isn't that a good enough reason?
I'm glad you've told me.
People seem to think that I'm unhinged
or that I just want to have fun
but I am more mature than I seem.
That night, at home,
thank God we didn't fuck.
I would've loved to though.
And I'd still fuck you.
What is this?
What's the problem?
You can't use a condom, or what?
I'm not asking you to.
I'm just telling you
I'm not scared of you.
You're the same to me.
[chuckles] I'm jealous
of your confidence in philosophy.
It's obviously your calling in life.
And I don't have that.
And I'm proud of my friend.
Now, do me a favour.
It's time to go running.
Running in heels.
[classical music playing]
[all] Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
- [crowd whooping]
- Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
Phi-phi-philosoparty!
[Ángel] Attention!
Attention.
The rules of the Versailles Mile
is there are no rules!
[all cheering, laughing, whooping]
One
- two
- Hey! Hey!
- Three!
- [all screaming]
[whooping]
- This is so good.
- Biel, you bastard.
[Biel] Wait for me.
- [yelps]
- [laughing]
[indistinct shouting]
- [Biel] What the fuck?
- What?
[Pol] Come on, let's help her.
[Pol, Biel grunting]
[both gasp]
[whimpers] Ooh!
Ooh, you fucking shitheads.
- You put benches here, I
- [screams] Shit, w-was it you?
- No. Not me, it was like this.
- You go on without me, Arni.
Arni?
I like that.
[Arnau moaning]
[grunts]
W-W-Wasn't even a good DJ!
Your speech was so much better,
Biel! [laughs, pants]
Hey, we got this, we got this!
Oh! Oh, shit!
- [cheering]
- I won! [laughs]
I won! Yes! Guys!
Oh, let's go, Biel!
- Let's go, Biel!
- [all] Biel, Biel, Biel!
[all chanting] Biel, Biel, Biel, Biel!
[all whooping, laughing]
["Podría Ser Peor" playing]
[music fades]
- [pills clattering]
- Alfonso?
Hey, Glòria.
Do you know if something's wrong with Pol?
No.
- Where'd you find that?
- Hidden in his room.
I think if they were aspirins,
he wouldn't keep them
at the back of the drawer.
"Descovy." Hm?
How do you spell that?
[Alfonso hums]
Don't go, please.
And why not?
My son clearly needs help.
He doesn't realise what he has,
partying just like that.
But you're jumping ahead.
I'm his father, I need to talk to him.
No. Pol is not dying.
If he's taking medication,
that means he's being treated.
Glòria, I needed to talk to him now.
I can't believe I was weighing him down
with my own problems
Listen to me for once!
I mean, for fuck's sake!
You're both the same.
If there's a problem, you hide it.
I'm not surprised Pol hasn't told you.
He knows you'll blow your top.
Respect him.
When you've accepted it,
then you can go to talk to him.
[dramatic music playing]
[Alfonso] Hm.
- [Oti] Ouch, that hurts! Ah!
- [grunts] It's too small, Oti.
- Oh, pull harder!
- Oh, I can't.
[both laughing]
- Wait. One, two, and blow, for luck!
- [laughing]
- [blows raspberries]
- [grunts, laughs]
Bravo. Bravo.
Guys, let's go to the ocean,
see the sunrise.
Your dad brought me your clothes.
Paid him extra.
- Mm.
- So you're dressed as Pol?
- And all the pretty girls go after me.
- [chuckles]
How are you?
Fine. Much better.
The gods punished me
by tossing me into the lily pond.
[girls chattering, giggling]
- [grunting]
- Let me go, man. Let me go!
- [laughs]
- [grunting]
What are you doing?
You're not strong enough, Rai.
- Guys, guys! Hey! Hey!
- [laughter]
- Watch my head crack this big melon.
- I don't think so.
- No way, come on.
- [groans]
- Yeah, yeah, I And this one is ripe.
- [laughter]
- I wouldn't do that, Biel.
- Ha!
- Biel, don't break your beautiful head.
- Biel.
- Come on, you guys.
- No, no, no. Let him try.
- Oh, man!
- Biel!
- [screams]
- Come on, let's go!
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Biel!
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Biel, Biel!
- Come on, let's go, go, go!
- [all screaming]
- What the fuck?
- [groaning]
- [laughing]
- Are you okay, Biel? Oh, my God!
Biel, are you all right?
["Requiem" playing]
CHURRO PLACE
Yeah, dip it. Dip it.
That's the only thing
you and I will be getting wet tonight.
[both laugh]
See? That's what we call the gay orgasm.
When a gay man has the honour
of making a woman laugh.
[laughing] Shut up.
Miraculously, you managed
to have a night out of the house.
- And stayed sober.
- Mm-hm.
And you look gorgeous.
- Mm.
- Oh, when your daughter sees you
I've spent 28 years
taking care my daughter
and never taking care of me.
I'm afraid philosophy doesn't help you
as much as it seems.
Of course not. It doesn't help.
It doesn't help me, it
It doesn't even provide comfort to me.
No, I've spent
my whole fucking life fighting.
All of my life.
Without a break.
One mistake
after another after another. [sighs]
Tell me why it is that someone
as intelligent as I am
has been able to mess up as much as this?
[sighs]
Here, take this. Don't ruin my make-up.
[both laugh]
Oh, it's magic.
You "craughed."
- You mean "cried"?
- No.
To cry and laugh together.
Craugh.
[soft music playing]
My mother used to make me "craugh."
[María laughs]
[Biel] And-And then what?
[Oti] Dude, I already told you twice.
You gave a final sprint, you came first,
and everyone clapped.
- [Biel chuckles]
- [waves crashing]
I won!
I-I usually don't win anything. [chuckles]
Calm down, Biel.
Wasn't the Boston Marathon.
[laughs]
I love that you're always referencing
United States, Arnau.
- I just love it. [laughs]
- Yeah.
Whoa, if I won the race,
that means I'm capable of a lot of things.
I could even finish my degree
with straight As
and be the future president
of the university.
- [Oti laughing]
- No, too much responsibility.
No, no, no, no.
I'd rather focus on enjoying this life
we have, man.
Of course that's way easier said
than done.
Oh, I feel that.
I want to travel all over the world.
Please, no camping. I want huge beds.
- I'll come, too.
- Perfect.
Mm-hm, and we can go to Buenos Aires,
and we could pick up Minerva.
Yes. And in Argentina, we'll fall in love.
Better yet, in each country, we'll fall
in love with a different person.
- [gulls cawing]
- [waves crashing]
I just wanna sit here with my friends
and be in love with living my life.
[clears throat]
["Podría Ser Peor" playing]
[inhales, exhales]
[music ends]