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My goodness!

It's so good.

No one makes
orange juice like you, Gloria.

You dummy.

It's the good oranges.

I'm telling you, it's you

who gives it
a five-star hotel touch.

I don't know if it's the foam

that stays on the surface.

Today we'll need an umbrella.

Gloria,

did you see something
come into the living room?

My God, it's my son.

What?

You've been very quiet for two weeks.

Alfonso, he has his own things:

exams, the scholarship.

The scholarship.

He's not like this
over a scholarship.

I'll tell you what's up
with the mute.

It's called being lovesick.

Alfonso, shut up.

I'm sure some girl
has rejected him.

I can see it.

Didn't she say to shut up?

Hey, kid.

Careful with your words.
-No, you be careful!

What do you care
if I've been rejected or not?

You never care if
I'm studying or seeing someone.

Look, chicken,

I broke my back

so you and your brother
had all you needed.

If you worried more,
I wouldn't need a scholarship.

What do you think?

That I like working
in a car park to pay for uni?

Huh?

You didn't even help
with my driving license.

I'm still paying it off.
-Can you stop, please?

What you'd have liked

is to have been born
in a rich family like your friend.

Wake up! Sometimes
we couldn't even pay for electricity.

No, you wake up!

Some parents have nothing

but try to help pay
for their kid's education.

If you could, you'd have made me work
at 14 to pay the bills.

Fucking hell!
I worked at 14 years old

and with dignity, you moron!

I may be a moron,
but at least I'm not garrulous!

In this house,

we've never insulted anyone.

MERLÍ:
DARE TO KNOW

The oracle of Delphi.

The oracle had predicted

that Oedipus would kill his dad
and marry his mom.

What was Oedipus' reaction?

To run away from the fate
the gods had written.

But when he tries to avoid it,

he moves closer to his tragic end.

One day, at a crossroad,

Oedipus finds his dad
unwittingly and kills him.

Thoughts?

Reading it,
I couldn't stop thinking

Oedipus isn't very cautious.

Same. He lives in a world

with gods
and uncontrollable forces

and he kills
the first guy he sees.

Yeah, if they said
you'll kill your father,

don't kill anyone.

Right. But he's sure
that's not his father.

According to Jean-Paul Sartre,
this is the terrible truth

hidden in the Oedipus tragedy.

We think we know ourselves,

but we actually know nothing.

But Oedipus needs to know.

Tiresias told him not to ask,
but he insisted.

That's what happens for asking.

You've killed your father
and married your mother…

This is a great subject.

Do we want to know
what will happen?

Do we believe in fate?

Who believes in fate?

Hold on.

If you all believe
everything is fate,

why come to class?

Why not stay at home
waiting for stuff to happen?

I did it for a long time
and nothing ever happened.

I think fate does exist,
but it depends on our decisions.

I refuse to believe I'm fated.

But Pol, you believe in fate.

You believe your future is

being a philosophy teacher.
-Poor guy.

That's really the life you want?

I like thinking
I'll teach philosophy.

And I will since it's up to me.

So you're denying chance, right?

Okay. Chance exists,
I'm not saying that…

The fact that chance exists,

that not everything depends on us,

consoles us.

We say: "I've been fired,

but my boss was an asshole."

Yes or no?

I agree, you have to improvise
and be flexible…

Then why are you so certain
you'll be a philosophy teacher?

You could end up selling used cars

at a shit car dealership.

You're a little dense, aren't you?

Hey, hey, hey!

We respect each other here.

No congratulations?

I won the debate, man.

I tore apart your theory
of not believing in fate.

I deserve a prize, a kiss.

Fuck you.

Stop annoying me, are we clear?

Okay, okay.

I missed by a hair.

Minerva, hit it hard!
He's a bit soft.

Why don't you shut up?

Good job! Come on, Argentina!

Catching up, huh?

What were you expecting, posh boy?

You haven't even been to my house.
Come today.

I don't know if I'm ready
for so much luxury in a day.

Wait till you see
the house in Calella.

Is it nice?

A paradise, Minerva. Beautiful.

The best house in the world.

Looking out on the sea.

Be quick before they sell it.

Your turn.

What did you say, Henry?

Ferran destroyed two cars
parking at Chamomix.

Your husband is also
a disaster at driving?

Well, that's enough.

Stop laughing
about my husband. I'm fed up.

My Ferran fucks me good.
-Shut up.

Why are you selling
the house in Calella?

You should have told him.

It turns out your dad
wasn't good with the accounts.

They're asking
for a lot of money, Rai.

Son of a bitch.

He did as he pleased
all his life, that disgraceful…

Enough, Rai!

Please.

Why don't you sell
the house in Cerdaña?

That one is worth less.

With the other,
we pay all the debt.

What about the auction house?

And savings?

That capital is sacred
and so is the business.

Why am I giving you
an explanation, kid?

Who are you to tell me
what to do with my assets?

I'm your son.

And I wanted to die of old age
in Calella by the sea.

Oh, how beautiful.

If it's so important to you,
why do you never go?

I'll tell you.

It's the rich disease.
You like having things,

but you don't use them.

Why don't you play
paddle with your friend?

Oh, hello, Miranda.

Minerva.

Rai! Rai!

Did you have to make that scene?

Fuck!

I love your nose.

Hello.
-Hello.

Is Pol here?
-No, he's not.

I thought he'd be back from uni.

He doesn't tell me his schedule.

Do you have a minute?

I'm hanging a painting
on the wall, you know?

Yes.
-Leave the umbrella here.

Don't worry, it won't get stolen.

Come in.

Look, it's here.

See? Look.

You'll see.
-Okay.

Here.

Well?
-Okay.

Up, a bit to the left.
-Here.

Yes, there is good.

You mark it.

There.

Okay, perfect.

Listen,

why don't you come
for dinner one day

and distract Pol?

He's a little dense lately.
-Really?

Listen, if the conversation
goes too long,

you can sleep over.
We have an extra bed.

No need for the extra bed.

Pol's bed is big.

We're close.

The painting will look good there.

If a function "f of X",

we want to find another

which we'll write with an F.

We'll call it an antiderivative
or primitive.

You're so stubborn,
you had to come.

I don't get it, but I love it.

X squared

is a primitive of the function:

F of X…

so 2X.

Why is the X squared?

Because the derivative
of X squared is 2X.

Oh, of course.

The question is…

One day, I'll go to philosophy
and make a scene.

…the only one which is possible
for the function F of X, 2X.

Why are you still here?

I'll leave.
-No, no, tell me.

What do you want?

Nothing, it's strange
you're still here.

You?

I snuck into Arnau's class.

Differential Calculus.

What for?

I love it. We can go one day.

I'll pass.

It's not a good day, is it?

What a fight with Rai.
Octavi had to stop you.

He was stupid
and had to listen to me.

I bet he doesn't even remember.

He doesn't care about anything.

He's playing paddle
with Minerva now.

Wait, I'll get a book
and we can go together.

Oti…

Another one.

Black label.

Hey, that's enough.

What's the matter?

Do I not pay
for my drinks in this place?

Well hello!

Alberto, this is my boyfriend.

He's old enough
so I won't get arrested.

Come on.

Pour that whiskey.

Mrs. Bolaño, is everything okay?

It's shit.

Alberto, the barman on the Titanic,

won't do his job.

My name isn't even Alberto
and she knows that.

Come on, out.

I'm getting tired.

Can you please take her?

Come on.

I'll go alone.

I opened this bar

in the 80s, son of a bitch!

Okay, enough.

Look for the first brick

and you'll find my name
written on it!

Come on, please.

Taxi!

It's not that I can't walk,

it's because of the rain.

For the luxury.

Want me to go with you somewhere?

I won't say no.

That way, you can chat
with the driver.

Fuck.

You didn't know me
when I was a young teacher,

I was very creative.

Okay.

You're getting the scraps.

I had the best time

organising debates
outside of class.

Is your daughter at home?

What do you know
about my daughter?

Nothing. She talked to me
the other day at uni.

Stop.

Stop, it's here.

Stop, stop, stop.

Okay, that's it.

Thank you. Goodnight.

You're prying too much

into my private life.

Me? Please.
-I won't allow it.

You wouldn't have got
home alone this drunk.

I'm helping you…

Listen, brat.

I'm not drunk and not alone.

Leave it.

I'll go alone.

Alone!

Okay, go. See you later.

Alone!

Are you okay?

Come, handsome, give me a kiss.

What are you doing?

Fuck, no. No, please.

Go on. Touch my boobs.

No, Mrs. Bolaño,
I didn't want this.

Touch my boobs.

I don't want to see you
like this. Understood?

Do I repulse you?

Is that it?

Huh?

What a shit day.

You're soaked.
-Yeah? You don't say.

Bruno came over.

And?
-Nothing.

I asked him to help me
hang a painting.

Hey, are you and Bruno

boyfriends or something?

Look, son, I'm not kidding.

We were talking

and he implied

that your trust goes

beyond friendship.

There's not that much trust.

Friends.

I don't have any issues with it.

But

I'd have liked you to tell me

so I wouldn't look dumb.

There's nothing to tell, Dad.

Do you think that
when I was with Berta

or Tanya, I was acting?

No, no.

It's just that nowadays,

young people have an open mind.

I'll say it again:

you can tell me.

Enough. I said no, that's that.

I don't want to waste time
with this shit.

I don't know what he said,
but it's a lie, Dad.

I saw his face, dammit.

I might be garrulous,
but I'm not dumb.

Enough!

Do you want Gloria
to break another plate?

We've never talked
about these things.

My world is my world.

What did you tell my dad?

Jesus, you scared me.

Go home. It's raining,
if you haven't noticed.

While talking with him, it slipped.

No, we know
you can be an ass, Bruno.

Really,
there were no details, I swear.

No one has the right to tell
my dad about my private life.

If someone had to,
it would be me! Got it?

I get it, God!

I fucked up, that's it.

Did you come
to punch me in the rain?

Why do this to me, Bruno?

Aren't we friends?

Yes, we are.

Pol, I know you better than anyone.
Even Rai.

If you feel like this,

it's because
that guy turned you down.

It's hard to take in
because no one had rejected you.

When you fall in love,
it isn't always mutual.

Wow.

The way he holds that sword…

With dignity.

He was an inquisitor.

He gives me company.

We all have ghosts
that don't let us sleep.

When I was little,
I'd sleep 11 hours straight.

I'd wake up on Sundays
in my grandma's house

to the smell of roast.

Tonight, I want you
to sleep 11 hours again.

Spring has arrived in Calella.

It's neither cold nor hot
at the beach.

The smell of the salty water

mixes with the smell of roast.

Do you think they heard
the plate I broke this morning?

I'm fine, Gloria.

I don't know what happened
between you and your dad,

but declaring war
during breakfast…

Relax, it's not that serious…

I told you
I wouldn't act like your mum.

Maybe I meant

I don't know how.

I don't know
how to be a son either.

Really? You went to Maths class

to see the hot guys there?

Girl, there were some…

What about you and Arnau?

Well, we're fine but…

Have you never
been with another guy?

Only when we're adventurous.

I was with Rai last night.

What?

I swear I haven't slept
as well as yesterday in so long.

Oh.

No, I already knew you two…

Damn, Minerva,
I want to be like you.

You always do what you want.

What you have to do is be more bad.

To play, you have to be bad.

Bad.

What did you expect, telling
his dad about his private life?

What's strange
is Pol not punching you.

You deserve it.

You think so too?

Enough.

Stop. It's not funny.

Look, Bruno.

When I was little, my class

organised a group photo.

They put me in the last row

and they laughed at me.
They called me "the fat gay."

The school principal agreed
and told my parents.

What an asshole.
-Indeed.

They suspected it,

but I held on.

But here, in Barcelona, I'm Angel

and that's it.

Angel and…

Angela, right?

You told him?

It's not a secret.

Occasionally, the Nou Satanassa bar
lets me grab a microphone.

Lip-sync.

I may have gone too far with Pol.

Okay, okay. I get it.

The other day in a bookstore,

I found a book by Seneca

called "On Happiness"

among the self-help books.

I have a few things to say.

The second…

is that one can't help themselves.

In any case, they should be called

help books.

Because it's the books

that supposedly help.

More.

The clerk had no idea
who Seneca was.

He searched
the keyword "happiness"

and done.

Lastly,

I'm so sick

of the word happiness
being used so lightly.

Are you happy?

What the fuck do you care?

That's a very personal thing.

Schopenhauer used to say

that happiness is a sad illusion

and that philosophy

must combat
the concept of happiness

as the blindest of all stupidities.

To prove I'm right,

I'll play a clip
of "Whispers and Cries"

by Ingmar Bergman,

whom you don't even know.

Who will help me
bring the projector?

That one doesn't work.

No, not you.

You're growing
and have soft bones.

Let's see.

You, yes.

You.

Listen, I don't want trouble.

I just wanted to help you
into the taxi.

What do you think? I don't need you
to dig me out of a hole.

If I hadn't come to the bar…
-Again!

I have no issues
with showing my face.

I'm taking very strong pills
for my backache

and after three drinks…

That's what happens.

I understand
you feel uncomfortable,

but I don't. Now,

you can do whatever you want
with that information.

No, I won't say anything.

I'm only interested
in coming to class to learn.

Very well.

Get to class then.

Try to take care of yourself.

I mean, if you did, maybe

we'd get the old Bolaño back.

As you said,

you were more focused before.

I know what I said.

Don't get your hopes up.

I'm one step away from eternity,

but you think you're immortal.

Come on.

Working with the youth ages you.

You'll understand
when you're a teacher.

Oh.

Will I be?

If you take care of yourself.

Don't you love the start
of "Nicomachean Ethics"?

"Good is the end
toward which all things tend."

Yes, but first define
the concept of good.

Don't you think?

What are you doing?

Talking, can't you see?

Okay, okay.

I'm really in love with Rai,

but I like girls too.

Oti, if you tell anyone…

No, no.

It's cool you told me.

People tell me their secrets.

Oh really?

I know everything
about my village.

One day, a guy
selling used home appliances

confessed to me

that some of them were stolen.

And after talking and talking,

we ended up fucking.

Do you know how old he was? 39.

And me? 17.

Damn!

He knew I was a minor.

Was it ethical of him to fuck me?

What defines
what's ethical and what isn't?

Who sets the limit
for the age of consent?

What is love?

Come, yes. I killed one.

Okay. No.

I won't skip class.

Okay, here.

Yes, come in. I'll cover.

I have your back.

Okay, turn.

Falgui, you're dead, man.

You're worse than my grandma.

Do you like a girl?

Falgui, wait, I'll be back.

What's up?

Answer me.
-Yes, of course, I like you.

Come on.

There must be a girl
you like here in Barcelona.

There's over 1.5 million people.

You?

Do you like anyone
besides my Maths teacher?

Yes, of course. I see people.

Hold on.

Are you proposing

having threesomes or something?

No, sweetie, no.

We're just so classic.

It's as if our parents
are preparing for our wedding.

Well, we're going

at our own pace, right?

Our own thing.

Falgui, I'm back.

I just left for a moment.
Twice already?

Turn around.

Yes, yes.

Bad.

Bad.

Well?

How was today? Better?

Yes. Yours?

Good. Come.

Come for a moment.

Well? What do you think?

You bought this?

At the Encants market.

I told Gloria
it's from an antique shop.

It always sounds better.

You're going to fill up her walls.

She doesn't like it.

She doesn't say it
so I don't get hurt.

But…

Couples work like that, you know.

No, I don't really know.

Listen, son…

Uh-oh.

Sounds like something important.

Yes.

Do you remember when Oscar
and I used to laugh at you

saying you were
the intellectual in the family?

It's okay.
-Let me finish.

I've been thinking…

that you actually are.

An intellectual?

You've achieved…

what hadn't been done
in this family.

You're studying
in higher education.

Nobody has made it

where you have

among the Rubio family.

Okay, fine.

And, also,

I like that you're different.

If you want
to say something, say it.

Yes.
-Yes, what?

It's true…

that I'm a bit different.

Okay.

Okay, well,

that's that then.

I'll get back to my work.

I'M AN IDIOT

I don't think he'll be long.

Thank you, Henry.

I love it!
-Fucking hell, Rai!

It was for my mother,
but you showed up.

I have a castle and two fountains,
let's light them.

No, no!
-Okay.

Did you bring a swimsuit?

No, I didn't come for a swim.
-Why then?

Nothing, I came to say…

I wanted to know how you're doing.

You want to be friends again.

You don't?
-Of course.

I decided we should be friends.

You decided?

The first day of class,

I took your wallet
and you came to get it.

You did it on purpose?

It appears

I don't know how to approach
people without a gimmick.

Oh, we weren't destined
to be friends.

No, I provoked it.

The thing is,

I only wanted us to be friends.

I didn't expect
anything more than friendship,

but you can't control some things.

No, I'm embarrassed.

Henry, bring my friend a swimsuit.

Give me that,
I'll punch you in the face.

How is it possible
that in two months,

you've fallen in love with me?

Son of a bitch!

You want to torture each other?

My family tortures me enough.

My dad too. Even after dying,

he's annoying us.

Since when is that a bad thing?

Okay.

Let's say…

he's fucking with us.

If he's still fucking with you,
why not change the painting?

Then you won't have
to see it every day.

If I do it, I'll do it right.

What?

Hey.

I'm making a wish.

Why did you let me do that?

Out of love.