Merli. Sapere Aude (2019) s02e06 Episode Script

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[indistinct conversation]
[Andreu] Congratulations.
Yeah? What do you mean?
I can tell you're following the treatment.
You know I have, Andreu.
Like clockwork, every morning,
I take my pills at the exact same time.
The viral load is much lower,
almost undetectable.
Here you go.
It's for two more months.
Keep taking care of yourself.
You are on the right path.
A path with no end in sight.
[Andreu] Aren't you happy?
No.
I mean, it's it's nice
what you said, you know?
But, I have what I have.
Pol, you are getting used to a treatment,
that is not easy.
You have to continue to do this
so you have a normal life.
Define "normal life" for me.
No, I mean, I don't like the concept
to "normal" to begin with,
but what exactly do you mean
by "a normal life"?
Should I tell people about it?
Can I fuck without worrying?
Can I be in a relationship?
I mean, should I explain to my partner
what's going on, just like that
[Andreu] There are plenty of people
who live with HIV.
If it's undetectable, it means
you won't transmit the virus.
Even if you fuck without condoms.
I know, I know,
but I'll have to go through
telling the guy I like that I have AIDS.
Because that's what people
are gonna think: AIDS.
Look, I understand you're anxious,
but you have two options here:
construction
or destruction.
Destruction. Damn, Andreu,
why do you use words like that?
I'm not the enemy.
If you want to start a relationship
with someone you care about
you have to tell them.
[clicks tongue]
A normal life, in my case,
is having to live with fear.
[theme music playing]
NORMAL LIFE
[door slams]
He's home.
[Pol] Hello!
I'm heading out right away, okay?
Hey, hey, where did you go so early?
You left at seven this morning.
You come back and you leave again?
I went to get some class notes
from a friend.
Sit down, Pol. Sit down and eat a little,
you look terrible.
Well, turns out I'm all good.
At your age, you need to eat, dammit!
[Glòria] Everything okay at school?
Yeah, yeah. I got the scholarship!
- [Glòria] That's great, congratulations!
- Wow, I didn't know.
When did you find out about it?
A few days ago.
[door opens]
[door closes]
It's really evident.
He must be depressed,
otherwise he would have told me
about the scholarship.
How can I possibly go to work today
knowing Pol is sick?
I have been answering
this question for days now
and putting up with your fears.
And I understand, okay?
[Glòria] But, honestly,
I'm getting tired of this.
So what?
Do I give him time to tell me?
No. You have to give yourself time
to understand.
[dramatic music playing]
After the accusations
against Michael Jackson
about his alleged sexual abuse of minors,
should we keep listening to his music?
[students clamouring]
[student 1] I don't think so.
Let's see, raise those little hands up.
Those against Michael,
light up your torches
and take to the streets
to set the myth on fire.
Michael Yes or Michael No?
You, this one, with your hand up so high.
Tell me why I can't do the moonwalk
while I'm doing my vacuuming?
[students laugh]
Okay.
Because that guy was a sick guy.
And every time you open Spotify
and listen to one of his songs,
you are condoning the stuff he did.
On top of that, his heirs make money.
[applause]
Do you think it's fair at all
to judge someone's artistic work
based only on their private life?
- [student 2] Sure.
- [student 3] Yeah.
Mm, no.
But wait a minute, one minute.
Works of art have a reality
independent of the artist.
I agree. It's too radical
to ban a work of art
just because the artist
didn't lead an exemplary life, you know.
I'm sure history is
full of imperfect geniuses.
Off the top of my head, Caravaggio.
He killed someone in a brawl.
What should we do with his paintings?
Should we destroy them?
Yes or no?
[students clamouring]
Ah, of course not.
Oh, hold on a second,
are we condoning murder now?
[students clamouring]
It's clear. We have to separate
the work from the artist.
If Michael Jackson abused your son,
would you still separate
the work from the artist?
Yeah, because you can't let your emotions
interfere with justice.
Or we all end up on the bonfire.
So, basically you think a child molester
making money from his art is okay?
I think he should be tried
and that he should pay.
[Maria] Rai, I agree with you.
Let's judge people only by their actions
and leave their art alone.
Everyone is an expert
giving morality lessons, fuck that.
Oh, oh, he's getting mad,
he's getting mad.
Of course I'm getting mad, Biel.
I mean, these cool cell phones
that you use
are probably made in Chinese factories
that exploit children.
And the big clothing brands are the same,
they're in Thailand, Cambodia,
because they can pay peanuts.
And on top of that,
they violate their workers' rights.
But who's willing to acknowledge that
and stop buying these brands?
No one. Everything is rotten.
I don't know anyone with clean hands.
I do. My grandma.
- [students laugh]
- But how do you know, Oti?
What if your grandma got her kicks
by stoning bunnies to death
when she was little?
- [students laugh]
- [scoffs]
- Mm?
- [Oti] Wow, dude.
- What are you doing here?
- I was looking for you.
You working today?
Hmm no.
Then come with me to Empordà.
What?
What's going on in Empordà?
Nothing, I have to go to my parent's.
We'd be back tomorrow.
Seriously. Wi-with your parents?
If we knew each other little more,
I'd think fine, sure, but
But I don't know if it shouldn't be
the other way around.
And what would be the natural order?
I won't say you're my boyfriend
since you're not.
- Okay?
- No no.
So, I want them to meet Lucky
and I thought maybe
you could come with me.
But no worries, never mind.
I'll tell Lucky it's clear
you don't love him.
I have a meeting with the dean
about the debate in the main hall.
Oh.
And we would be there until tomorrow?
Yes.
There are plenty of spare beds,
you can sleep wherever you want.
No, no, no, I'm not worried,
I just don't know whether
if it's normal or
Well, I don't know, that depends.
What does "normal" mean to you?
[dramatic music playing]
Alfonso.
I was planning to read
in this room right now.
I'll be done in a minute, madam.
Do you feel better?
Yeah. Yes, yes.
It was only that night, yeah.
Anyway, what were you doing here?
Fluffing the pillow cushions,
so there aren't any dents.
You mean, from my butt?
Anyone's butt, madam.
It's always better
to have the cushions fluffed
in case there are visitors.
You shouldn't worry about visitors.
There are more urgent things to do.
All right.
I'll go do the ironing then,
there's a lot of laundry to do.
No. No, I already told Herminia,
she can take care of that.
From now on,
that will be her responsibility.
Excuse me
ironing was my duty,
you said so on my first day.
How come you are so upset about
not being able to go to the ironing room?
Let's be clear.
You're saying this because
I tried on that suit the other day.
That's quite obvious.
I tell you, I had no intention
of stealing it.
Okay. So you were just
playing dress up, right?
Come on, be quick. I need the room.
- But, madam
- [Vicky] Quickly, please.
[Amy] If I were Catalan,
I'd definitely vote yes to independence.
It's a complex issue.
Outsiders don't get it.
Yeah, I know. I think it's the same
in the United States.
Everybody thinks we're totally crazy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
But here in Spain, they don't realise
that even on the old continent,
everybody needs to go to therapy.
Mm-hmm.
[Amy laughs] Give it up, Arni.
I won't have an orgasm.
As you wish.
But one last time?
[Arnau] Can't we try?
[chuckles] No. Besides, it's not okay
to fuck around with your housemate.
Maybe not in America.
But it's different here
in the old continent.
[laughs] Arni, oh, please.
[door opens]
It's a real pity.
Because I also have
hair on my belly, you know.
[giggles]
What do you mean Pol won't be here?
Apparently, something unexpected came up.
How cheeky.
Uh But, it's okay because
I remember what he and I talked about.
Yeah. Now you know how unreliable
the electricians are in Girona.
[both laughs]
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Well then.
I guess now you can explain
a little better
what you planned for the debate
we might have, right?
Well, we will have it, for sure.
Um, we have many ideas.
He reminds me of me when I started.
I always had exciting ideas
for the professors.
Look, kid, if we do the debate,
I think it should be
something dynamic, hmm?
We don't want to become
a lightning rod for ridicule. Hmm?
The debate will be great, Vidal.
Don't worry.
Yeah, sure.
I mean, I don't doubt it, Octavi.
But, look here, kid.
I had a great teacher who told me
something very important.
[Xavier] If you want to succeed in life,
you need three things:
Talent
responsibility and, uh
Effort?
Effort!
[piano music playing]
- [birds chirping]
- [car engine revving]
[Axel] Okay.
Here we are.
Hey, you like it?
- Here.
- Thanks.
[Pol] Wow, that's quite a house.
[Axel] Hello?
Come on.
[Pol] Are they here?
[man] Leave me be, goddamn it!
Yeah, they're here. [chuckles]
- [Axel] Hello!
- [woman] Jesus, come on, Dad!
- [man] I don't want any sun.
- [woman] You're gonna get cold.
[Axel] Come on. Leave him
if he wants to be there.
Fine, stay there.
[Axel] That's it, grandpa.
You stay here in the shade.
Of course.
And this dog?
This is Lucky.
- I finally got one.
- Oh
We'll see how long this one lasts.
- How cute.
- Hey, Mom.
She doesn't mean the dog. [laughs]
- Ooh, you're handsome.
- This is Pol.
Mariona, my mom. Valenti, my grandpa.
- Nice to meet you.
- Here, take this.
You'll help me. Let's go.
You wanted to come, right?
And you go see your father.
- Here, grandpa. Take Lucky.
- Oh, yes.
- Stay here.
- Yeah.
Come here, handsome.
You are so handsome.
Oh, good boy.
[piano music playing]
You never get tired of Bach, huh?
Bach is not like today's music.
You don't get tired
after listening to it ten times.
[laughs]
- I heard voices.
- Yeah.
I brought the greyhound and a new friend.
Already?
Yeah, why?
The ceremony is tomorrow.
I didn't skip work,
if that's what you want to know.
Today I started at six
so I could finish early and come here.
Yeah. And I used to eat breakfast at six
when I spent all night
working at the studio.
Yeah, Dad, you did more,
you always did more.
[sighs]
Your mother asked me
to use a conciliatory tone
but I don't know how.
I already know you don't like me,
so don't worry.
You have some balls.
You want me to work like you
and that's impossible.
You are too good, and I am not up to it.
If you only loved your job.
Dad, you don't have to be nice to me, but
can you at least be nice to my friend?
[Pol grunts]
- More?
- [Mariona] Yes, yes, of course.
We need a deep hole
to fit the tree's root ball.
Sure.
[exhales]
Axel must really like you
if he invited you out here to a funeral.
What's that?
[Mariona] Oh, he didn't tell you?
Who passed away?
My mother would've been 90 tomorrow.
So we got her a tree.
A liquidambar.
It has lovely red leaves in winter.
That's nice.
The tree was Daniel's idea.
- Daniel?
- Yes, Axel's ex-boyfriend.
[Mariona] Come on. A little bit more.
[Axel] Pol!
What?
[Axel] Come here!
Give it here, I'll finish it.
Axel, if you go out, don't be late!
Nando and Celia
are coming over for dinner!
[Axel] Okay!
Here. You take this one.
Dude, you didn't tell me
about your grandma's ceremony.
Yeah.
I don't know, I thought maybe it would
freak you out and you wouldn't come.
You really wanted me to be here, huh?
I love that you're here with me.
Then what about Daniel?
Fuck, Mom!
- My mom, right?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
- An ex-boyfriend.
- Yeah.
- You don't have ex-boyfriends?
- No.
- I haven't had that much time.
- Oh, wow!
- So now you're saying I'm old?
- [laughs]
That's great, I'm old. Thanks, thanks.
- Come on, let's go.
- Yeah, yeah, I guess.
- What's wrong? You don't want to?
- Yeah, let's go.
If you don't want to,
we can leave the bikes.
Yes, I want to. Lucky, you stay here.
I'm leaving with your owner,
he doesn't want to see you.
[Pol laughs] Come on!
[piano music playing]
[panting]
[Pol] I don't know why the hell
you're living in Barcelona
when you have this.
[Axel] I don't want to live
with my family.
Well, I live with my dad.
Maybe give it a few years.
Are you all right?
I haven't swum in the sea for so long.
No.
Dude, seriously?
It's so cold. Are you're crazy or what?
Stop!
Do you like my body?
I take care of myself.
You'd never know I'm sick at all, right?
[dramatic music playing]
What are you doing, Pol?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
I have HIV.
I don't know why the hell I'm telling you.
Maybe because I like you and
and you have to know.
You're someone who understands things.
[voice breaking]
Well, I don't understand anything.
I don't have any idea
why the hell this happened to me.
[cries]
And you see this body that attracts you,
because I saw how you looked at me.
I wish I didn't have it, man.
Because you want to run away from me.
I'd change my body
because wherever I go HIV is still there.
And I take care of myself
more than ever, and I eat well,
and I work out, and the doctor says
everything is fine, but
I'll have to get used to this
so-called "normal life".
In my case, I can't tell anyone,
because, if I do tell someone,
I'm no longer normal.
And I am so tired of growing up
the hard way, Axel. [sniffles]
I can't even remember
my own mother, damn it!
I've lost so many people.
When this happened, I told myself,
"Fuck, Pol, you as well?"
Apparently, no, man.
You can live with this.
But if you want to fuck someone,
it's better to tell them.
That's what I've wanted to do
since the day we picked Lucky up.
[dramatic music playing]
Look
greyhounds are gloomy, but
they quickly learn to be happy.
Maybe you have
a little greyhound in you, Pol.
I hope so.
I promise to be more discreet
in front of your family.
As long as you don't tell my father
you can't stand classical music
[both chuckle]
[smooches]
Alfonso, what are you doing here?
I am cleaning, madam, cleaning.
Can't you see?
I already told you not to go
near the ironing room.
I know what you told me.
And since you don't want me here
in case I'm a thief,
I'm wiping my fingerprints.
Maybe you want to give the police a call
and they can arrest me now.
You are scary.
That's mean.
That's mean and very offensive.
I already have enough problems,
much bigger ones,
but the last thing I need
is to be reported to the police.
I wasn't going to report you.
I know I offended you
because I put on
your late husband's suit,
may he rest in peace.
All I did was simply opened that closet
and come across Ali Baba's cave.
I couldn't even enjoy wearing it,
because the trousers were too tight on me.
Fine, Alfonso, enough.
It's all right, it's fine.
Look
I feel
you haven't wanted me here
since the very first day.
By the way, I did not ask for the job.
Rai offered it to me.
And if you are not comfortable
with me being here,
I'll just collect my things
and I will leave.
Don't be silly now.
You should go down to the cellar
and clean the water stains off the wall.
They've been there for several days.
[footsteps receding]
See you tomorrow.
María.
Yes? What?
Well, I don't know
I'm just glad we're speaking again
after you came to my house the other day.
- You remember?
- Oh.
I don't know what I told you.
Nonsense. Never mind.
And so you're okay?
Yes, much better.
Fortunately, I changed my sponsor.
Well now, see you around, yeah?
[María] See you.
[sombre music playing]
- [all chuckle]
- [bottles clink]
Cheers.
[exhales]
There are no glasses in this university?
Are they for real?
[Rai] Fucking public schools.
This doesn't happen in the private ones.
You know,
I like it when you get destructive.
No, no, that's classists.
No, I am trying to build
a better world, damn it.
Guys, the Cultural History exam
is in two days.
- Let's let's do a study group?
- Yes, yes, I'm in.
Have you decided
to turn your back on cheating?
I am serious, all right?
I need to study and pass without cheating.
I mean, cheating with my phone is over.
I'll study hard.
I've finally made up my mind about it.
- Very good.
- [Rai] That's the Socratic method, right?
I don't think it suits you.
Don't be a prick, Rai,
you're making me insecure right now.
So, which method suits Oti better?
The Sophist method.
Copying without remorse
because being fair isn't worth it.
[Rai] Period. That's it.
You behave fairly,
you get fucked in the ass.
In this world, assholes win.
Dude, you should take part
in the debate we're doing.
I want to drink my beer in a glass.
They better not give me a plastic one.
[laughs]
With all his talk,
that guy is more bitter than Batman.
- I really love the wood floor, it's
- Yeah, me too.
It's original.
It might be original
but it needs polishing.
Mom, don't start that.
Laura, if we don't rent it,
that won't be why.
It's because the bathrooms
are from the 80s.
And 1200 euros, frankly, is a rip-off.
It's Barcelona.
I don't care if it's Dubai.
Would you pay that for a small hole
with a bad floor plan? Huh?
Then say hello to the owner for me.
Let's go.
[sighs]
[man over PA] Dr Salvi to the 7th floor.
Paging Dr Salvi.
- Hi.
- Hey, Glòria, sweetheart.
- What's up? How are you?
- Very well.
- And you?
- I'm fine.
Fine. I'm always on call,
but you know I like being busy.
And this is Alfonso.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
All right, well, I'm leaving.
See you later.
You're not coming, Glòria?
No. No, no. Why don't you come with me?
[man over PA]
Paging Dr Suarez, Dr Suarez
Just make sure to take the pills.
- Do you smoke?
- No, no.
A nurse that smokes. Don't tell anyone.
So, Alfonso,
Glòria told me your son has HIV.
Yes, I mean, this looks really bad to me.
You want to know if your son's gonna die.
Well, if you put it that way.
Do you know how many patients with HIV
we treat in this hospital?
Over 3,000.
Are they hospitalised? No.
They live their lives.
Some of them are happier than others,
that's for sure.
But, as far as I know, your son is fine.
Yes, he's an optimistic person,
but he has what he has.
Hmm. He has what he has,
but I'm telling you,
he can live with this.
- Well, yes, but
- But nothing, Alfonso.
You need to stop seeing him
as a sick person.
[soft music playing]
- [dog barking]
- One-one minute, Celia.
You know what,
I don't quite understand you.
Do you have a problem with Mozart?
No way. He was a genius.
I want wine!
No, Dad, you're not having wine, not you.
The problem is so much perfection
takes away the emotion.
- [Joaquim] Mmm.
- It doesn't come through.
It doesn't come through?
We are not talking about diapers, damn it.
[Joaquim] Don't you think
his Requiem is emotional?
Don't touch his Mozart, Celia
Oh, come on, we're just talking.
Would you let us talk? Or we can't have
a conversation in this house?
Don't mention Bach. Bach is untouchable.
You shut up! You have no idea!
I'm thirsty. I don't want water.
[Celia] Well, his Requiem is emotional,
you are right, but
"The Magic Flute," for example. Hmm.
It's just amusing.
[laughs] Did you hear that? Amusing.
You just described
one of the most important operas
- of all time as "amusing".
- Hmm.
That's crazy. Are you high
on crack cocaine or something?
- [giggles]
- You get me, right, Aniol?
Pol. His name is Pol.
I will call him Aniol.
- All right.
- So, do you like any classical music?
Just tell him you love chaconne.
Hey, don't you dare make fun of chaconne.
- Joaquim
- [laughs]
- I want to die.
- [Joaquim] Don't make fun of chaconne.
Come on, enough, Dad.
Dad, stop saying you want to die, old man!
Shit, otherwise,
you don't pay any attention.
Pol studies Philosophy.
Ooh, I love it. I love it.
Yeah, sure,
because Aristotle comes through, right?
[Mariona giggles]
There was a philosopher
don't say I am making this up, huh?
But he predicted his own death.
[Valenti] I can't remember his name.
One of the old ones.
Democritus.
That one.
[both] Hmm.
[Celia] Did you add sauce?
You just won grandpa's heart.
- [Mariona] You like it?
- [Celia] Yes.
- [Mariona] It's good, right?
- Is Daniel coming tomorrow?
- [Axel] No.
- Or is he still not feeling well?
No. Of course Daniel won't
be coming, Grandpa.
Dad, you need to eat something.
I want wine because tomorrow I'll cry.
I don't know anything about Daniel.
I haven't heard from him.
If you cry, it doesn't matter at all, Dad.
Of course it doesn't.
That's why we're doing this,
to mourn grandma's death.
- Axel, Axel
- Hey, let him drink, damn it.
- He's sad about grandma.
- Yes.
- You are old enough, right, Grandpa?
- I'm older than a forest.
[sighs]
So when did your grandma die?
Uh
eight years ago.
No kidding?
My grandpa didn't want to bury her ashes.
[Pol] Damn
- Are you serious, Axel?
- Yes.
Shut the fuck up, man
Yes, yes, yes. This is my grandma.
- Dude.
- [laughs]
Shit.
And so do you bring
all of your dates here?
No. I don't bring my dates here.
But I did come here a lot with my ex.
The one that isn't well?
Depression, yes.
He talked about your ex in front of me
with no problem.
I don't want to talk about him.
And how long were you two together?
[smooches]
[Axel groans]
We don't have to fuck.
There's there's no pressure, okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I know.
Are you are you clean?
Do you get tested?
I don't have anything.
[slow music playing]
[Pol sighs]
[smooching]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[smooches]
[breathing heavily continues]
He told me he's gonna be
spending the night
uh, with a friend
and that he should be back tomorrow.
Do you think he has his pills with him?
I'm sure he does.
We need to do the shopping tomorrow.
The fridge is half empty.
I'll do it, don't worry about that.
- Goodnight.
- [smooches]
[exhales]
Young people today are supposed to, uh
know everything there is about safe sex
and how to prevent all of this.
Where was Pol after that?
What happened? Who did he get it from?
- [crying]
- [emotional music playing]
[pee trickling]
It was nice, huh? The ceremony?
Yeah.
You didn't want to put soil on the tree.
Well, didn't need to.
Was it because the tree was Daniel's idea?
[bird cawing]
What do you want to know? Tell me.
Axel, it's normal to ask.
Your family seems to really love your ex.
I don't.
- How long were you together?
- Seven years.
Mm-hmm.
And and you lived together, too?
Yes. And then he got depressed
and I left him.
Are you going to make me feel bad,
like my parents do?
Dude, I am being honest with you,
you can't really complain.
Excuse me, should I thank you
for accepting me the way I am now?
All right. Thank you, Axel,
for being so understanding.
Well, not everyone would be and I am.
And that's the truth.
But you just said to me
- You are very sensitive now, Pol.
- Yes, yes, I know, I am.
And that bothers you,
because sick people drive you crazy.
What are you saying?
Now you're playing the victim?
Let's see, do-don't you understand
it makes me uncomfortable?
I mean, you had this perfect boyfriend,
you had a life together,
then he got sick and you left him.
You've never lived with anyone, Pol.
So maybe shut up because you have no idea
what that means.
Never mind, Axel,
never mind.
I am okay with you,
but I don't think I'm right for you.
Maybe you should find someone else.
It won't be hard for you, right?
Because you're so damn hot.
That way, you'll be able to find someone
to fuck, instead of getting a blow job.
And don't worry about me, okay?
I'll fuck someone someday.
Okay.
Okay, kid.
I'll drop you at the university,
you must have homework to do.
[engine starts, revs]
[Susana] No, really?
- You had vertigo again?
- I thought I was gonna die.
- It felt absolutely horrible.
- [Judith] No wonder.
But, Vicky, you have to go see a doctor,
and get checked out.
Get the surgery and then forget about it.
No! There isn't a cure.
It happens from time to time.
The last one was over a year ago,
but luckily Alfonso went to the pharmacy
to get me pills.
[Judith] But what about the insurance?
Vicky, you have insurance,
the doctor can come to your home.
Alfonso took very good care of me.
Well, I can understand that.
When you're all alone in life,
you prefer someone you know help you
over some strange doctor.
This man doesn't know about medicine,
and even if you are alone
[scoffs] You enjoy telling me I'm alone!
But you two come here
because you feel very lonely.
[laughs]
Excuse me, what about my Ferran?
Oh, really? Did your Ferran
spend the night with you at the hospital
when you had eye surgery?
[Vicky] And how is your sister doing?
Ah, no. You don't speak to each other
because of the inheritance.
That doesn't make you feel lonely?
No, this is about you
not trusting Alfonso, all right?
Well, let me tell you something,
Alfonso is a much better person
than either of you.
[Silvia] Descartes talks about
a piece of wax
that has a size, a smell and a colour..
that are defining qualities.
But when you put the piece of wax
next to the fire place,
all these qualities gradually disappear.
[Silvia] So do we still call it
a piece of wax?
You okay?
If we define wax by its size,
its smell and its colour,
we'd definitely say no,
because it has changed.
But if we choose to define it
by the wax itself,
that is to say, the substance of it,
then we'd say it's the same thing.
What Descartes says
is that only with knowledge
can we capture the essence
and identity of things.
Our senses will often trick us.
Why such contempt for the senses, huh?
- [indistinct chatter]
- [man] Yeah, I totally agree.
[Rai] It seems there is something
moral or religious in the senses.
As if everything that's sensitive,
everything you touch, like flesh,
gives pleasure and is related to sin.
[indistinct chatter]
See you later.
So? Have you calmed down?
Have I calm down? Some nerve, Pol.
All right, all right.
You are right, I crossed the line.
I'm at a moment
which is good and bad at the same time.
I'm here because I want to get a degree.
It was hard to get here.
I have to finish Philosophy
and focus on one thing, you know?
[emotional music playing]
And I am not that thing,
I'm not in your plans.
Please don't say it that way.
Suit yourself.
But you need to know
that I'll be your unfinished assignment.
Your daughter's outside, waiting for you.
Oh? She's here already?
Yes, she told me
you are a little fed up with her.
- She told you that?
- Yes.
She said she's giving you a hard time
with the search.
[Octavi] I guess she's scared
of living by herself.
Come on, cheer up. Enough bananas.
Now you'll have these.
So? Are you ready?
I don't know, honestly.
Now, you're having doubts?
The thing is they offered me
a master's degree.
- Oh.
- And I don't know.
You don't want them to know
you joined the union.
Well, it's one thing to join the union
and another one to plan a strike.
- You know what I mean?
- Well, it's a bit late, Sílvia.
Oh, well, I don't know.
I don't know, Octavi,
let me think about it.
Well, I'm off.
Oh, listen.
Want me to keep buying candy
for Miss Bolaño?
- Does she like them?
- She loves them.
I think they calm her down.
Then keep them coming.
And thank you so much for the favour.
[slow music playing]
[inhales, exhales]
[exhales]
[exhales]
[sighs]
[Biel] There, there, there, there,
there, there, there! Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot them! Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot them! Shoot!
Forget about the cheating professor.
Oh, yeah. No, it just annoys me.
[grunts]
I really love your Spanish omelette, Biel.
Hmm. Thanks.
And has anybody ever told you
that you have really pretty eyes?
- Oh, really?
- [both chuckle]
[Biel] That's nice.
- You're-you're pretty, too.
- [giggles]
Do you remember
when you took the microphone at the party
- That was crazy.
- Don't remind me,
- no, how embarrassing.
- I-I loved it.
- No, shut up.
- [chuckles]
Can we not talk about that?
Oh, you have little hairs
- [chuckles]
- Yeah.
[both chuckle]
[Biel] Yeah.
[Biel and Amy moaning]
- [Amy] Now. Now, now.
- [Biel] Yeah?
- [Amy] Uh-huh.
- [Biel] Yes.
- [Amy] Uh-huh.
- [Biel] Yes.
- Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- [Amy moaning]
What?
Isn't Biel a housemate, too?
[Biel] Shut up!
- [Biel moaning]
- [Amy] Oh! Oh, yeah.
[Biel laughs]
[inhales, exhales]
Looking at you is incredible depressing.
Surrounded by people
who need scholarships.
Rai, I love it when you make fun
of poor people.
Why don't you just take a look at them?
Here in the dim light,
all with sweaty faces.
Fed exclusively on candy bars
from the vending machine.
Do you really feel like studying here?
What do you suggest?
[goofy music]
[slow music playing]
Now this is a proper beer. Fuck. So good!
- Great idea, Rai.
- Mmm.
This is great. I love this view so much.
We can study whatever you want up here.
Dude, Rai, think about
joining the debate about love, seriously.
[chuckles] Love, you say.
I didn't even cry for my own dog.
[Rai] I'm a materialistic being, Oti.
I'm insensitive.
- [Rai] Mmm.
- [scoffs]
Is love innate or learned?
Well, I think you're born
with the capacity to love.
Well, nobody really taught me.
Love is
sacrifice
dependency, jumping through hoops
lack of freedom
letting the other person down
Do you mind if I use what you just said?
- I'll say they were your words.
- Don't credit him,
just copy him, like Octavi. [laughs]
- We all do it.
- [Pol] Listen to Rai.
Cheat, steal, just have fun,
life is weird and hard enough.
[scoffs, laughs]
Suffering for wishing,
and suffering
because you have what you wished for.
Oti, that's a sentence
you need to steal, huh?
Yeah, yeah, I'll steal that one for sure.
That one isn't mine either, guys.
[laughter]
I get it, okay? That we are supposed to be
as happy as possible
and we have
to enjoy moments like this, but
reality is different.
Life is so much harder
than finishing a degree.
[smooches]
[melancholic music playing]