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Mom.

Every night, you close the bar later.

What? It's the customers.

- You can tell me if you have a boyfriend. - Ivan, please.

I'm not with anyone. Leave it.

I don't know how long this can last.

However long we feel like.

I told you things that... you know, without knowing you.

Now I think you're a good guy.

Who went to the movies with Gerard?

There'll be only girls. Don't come, Joan.

When you become so paranoid with Gery, I feel like fucking myself.

He can't stand that you and I talk.

He gets jealous and ... and imagines things.

If you wander around Barcelona,

you will see plates of the Ministry of Housing in many buildings.

I like it.

I'll tutor you.

I know that I'm not in love with him but with Nicola.

It's amazing what's going on. We talk on Skype for half an hour everyday.

Cool.

I like you very much.

You're an awesome girl.

- I get along well with you. - Yes, but I'm tired of getting along.

I just want you to fall in love with me and to fuck.

We would all discover many things about ourselves, Pol,

if we analyze our relationships.

I'm fucking Ivan's mother.

Unbelievable.

In the history of mankind,

there are two great businesses:

The business of making money, and the business of making love.

Do you like it?

Then another phrase from Engels:

"The family is an instrument of the ideological apparatus of the State".

How is it?

The interesting thing about his thesis on the family

is that in the 19th century, marriage wasn't based on love,

but on the establishment of a property relation.

Engels criticized the model of bourgeois marriage,

in which the woman promised to guarantee the perpetuation of the family saga.

He didn't agree that a woman had no other duty other than giving birth to the children who would inherit the father's money.

Oksana, if your son is Gery's heir, it'll be nice.

Shut up.

Are you dumb? What do you want from them?

Shut up, asshole.

"Asshole"?

What's going on here? What's happening?

Stop it.

According to Engels, the couple contains in themselves the same relation of property.

Marriage is no longer a contract

which guarantees that only you will have something from your partner.

I don't think it's strange that you have a partner that you want for only you.

Okay, but Engels especially talked about the traditional marriage.

which only required fidelity and mutual respect in the couple,

without taking into account love as something necessary.

But now it's different.

I mean, there is love.

No.

Maybe marriage nowadays is based on love

but still one person may feel obliged to love the other, like in a contract, right?

Very good point, Monica.

And here comes the big doubt for many couples:

Is he or she still in love with me?

Jesus, does love have expiration date?

You sure do, with that face.

Can you be more moronic?

Enough, enough. I'm sick of you two. Berta, Ivan. Out of class.

Go to the teacher on duty. Go.

Relax.

Goodbye, Ivan. Goodbye, Berta.

- What? Are you tired of arguing? - Don't talk to me, idiot!

Where are you going?

Merlí kicked us out of the class.

Oh, Berta. You don't get it, do you?

Now, go.

How did your friend Merlí kick you out?

I don't know if he's my friend.

However, lately, you and Pol have gotten closer, right?

Yes.

Not so much.

Isn't he working at your mother's bar?

Yes, and we study together in some afternoons.

This is very nice.

But don't let him drag you.

Pol tends to lose concentration.

He has trouble concentrating on his studies.

He is too aware of women.

I don't understand why they all surrender at his feet.

With open relationship, the contract exists the same.

They can have sex with whoever they want, but love is a couple's thing.

Merlí.

Yes?

Bruno has done a very good English test.

Ah, yes. I saw him preparing a cheat sheet the other day.

What?

Don't take his merit or he'll be mad.

No, we don't get mad anymore.

Now he has gotten used to seeing his father in class. And I like that.

I see him much more excited. It was time.

Yes, we get along fine this year. Even at home, we hardly argue.

I want to tell you that he got perfect mark.

A perfect mark? Damn!

Elisenda?

Yes?

Don't you have anything to do?

You're supposed to be the head teacher.

You haven't sent me the documents for the meeting we had with the Department.

Get to work.

Monica.

What?

Don't you think we should talk?

I already told you everything.

Isn't that clear?

Please...

No, Joan, I'm serious.

I don't feeling like talking to you right now.

Right now I just want to be with the girls and that's it.

Are you and Monica okay?

Not so much.

She's angry.

But when she gets over it, we can fix it.

Are Pol and Berta hooking up?

Seems like he's hooking up with someone outside the school.

Who?

I don't know.

Unbelievable!

But... but how dare they report me?

But I haven't done anything that bad...

They can't treat me like this.

I don't know. You're the lawyer. Make something up.

Excuse me. If you want, I'll come later.

No, no.

I came to bring you the first part of the research paper.

Ah, very good.

Seems like... you have done a good job.

There are a lot of plates.

You're right. Franco is alive.

Why don't people take off the plates from the Ministry of Housing?

Good question.

They could make a starting point.

But also the names of the squares and the streets.

How come you handed it in 3 weeks earlier?

Because I want it done.

Maybe I'll go to Rome after the exam.

Who do you have there?

A love?

My mother lives there, too. But...

But, yes, a love.

I intend to go there for a month.

My father won't be happy, but...

Why don't you... stay in Rome?

What?

Your mother lives there. There're schools, too.

And if that love is someone you really miss,

then my idea is not so far-fetched.

You would not be the first student who transfers out of the country and school.

I mean...

If I did that, if I went to live there, my father would be angry.

Does it affect you that much what your father thinks?

You can continue the second part of the work there.

You change Franco for Mussolini.

Only Germany is clean of fascism in its streets.

I'm telling you, I'm the Merkel.

No, it's not a bad idea.

Which one? Doing the second part of the assignment about Italian fascism or living in Rome?

Both.

But I still don't know Italian well.

I would repeat the year. No.

Are you in a hurry to finish your studies and join the unemployment lists?

Prolong the studies as much as you can.

Student life is the best there is.

Think about it, Bruno.

Stay in Rome.

There you will be Bruno Bergeron.

Here you are Merlí's son.

Because today I'll come home later so, I'll bring them to you.

Thanks.

I don't want to call the intercom because dad may answer.

I'm sick of you not talking to us.

Forget it. I don't know what to say to him.

OMG!

Hi!

- I can't believe it!. - Eugeni.

Mr. Rubio.

- Oscar! - Gloria.

How are you?

Fine. And you?

I'm fine. Everything is the same.

No, not the same.

It's worse.

Less budget, less resources...

Pol, your brother was a better student than you.

Oh, please.

Much better.

Well, I didn't get many high scores...

How are you doing? Are you working?

- I'm in a car shop. - Very good.

I'm glad.

- We're going to class. - Okay.

Bye, Gloria. - Bye.

Bye.

Fuck, you have such a good relationship with teachers.

They are good people.

And talk to dad. I'm sick of the tension at home.

Okay.

[Joan: I have a book of yours at my place. I'll bring it to you if you want.]

Joan!

What?

Can you come for a moment, please?

What?

Sit down, Joan.

Look, Joan, your mother is worried.

You too, right?

Yes, of course.

It surprises us a little that...

Monica doesn't come here much anymore.

Not during the week, not on Sunday.

She has a family.

We know.

She used to come to have meal and now...

What do you want to know?

Are we in bad stage or something?

Then no, we're fine. That's it. Fine.

We don't know what's going on but we want you to know that we like Monica a lot.

- She's beautiful, nice, catalan... - I know you like her.

Joan, we only encourage you to solve the problems with her.

If something happens, you don't have to tell us.

What happened?

Nothing.

Communication problems can be solved.

Fight for her, Joan. Listen to me.

Fight for Monica.

[Monica: No. Bring the book to school tomorrow.]

Agree, son? [Monica: No. Bring the book to school tomorrow.]

Yes, okay. Leave me be. [Monica: No. Bring the book to school tomorrow.]

Yes, okay. Leave me be.

I'm going to the bar.

Okay.

I like this one.

Banksy's the king, huh?

You know what?

We could do a section about how much money people spend for their work.

Okay, cool.

But you do it.

I've done almost everything.

You have done almost nothing.

I know. I'm sorry.

I don't know. Everything with Joan...

I don't know. I'm sick of him.

I thinks he has gone crazy.

He always acts like a good guy and now he seems like a burden.

He's a jerk with girls.

He told me that he has a book of mine at home, that he will look for it.

Yeah, right. Fuck you, jerk.

No, deep down, I feel sorry.

Because I liked him and he's a good guy, he's nice, but...

But he has no idea about girls.

Male domination...?

Bullshit.

I sometimes envy lesbians.

They don't have to worry about any guy.

What about you? You like the kiss with Oksana?

She turned me on.

What's wrong with making out with a girl?

I like trying things.

The guys would never do that.

Can you imagine Pol hooking up with a guy?

Come on!

No.

Why don't you talk to Joan?

He listens and you get him off the hook.

One, two, three, four ... and parallel spin.

All in your class?

What? Yes.

Yes, we meet sometimes, but they know more.

You've been a little pale, haven't you?

Yes, I'm... absent-minded.

What did you say about Marc?

I'm an idiot.

I had a crush on him again and he didn't feel the same.

The same thing always happens to me.

We're friends and it's hard for me.

But I've decided I'll get over it.

Of course.

Yeah, sounds great, but seeing him every day in class ... affects me.

Get dressed and go?

Bruno!

What?

Do you want to tell me?

Then you'll say that I only talk about me.

Come on, man. What's up?

We used to talk more, but...

You're my best friend.

I trust you a lot.

I'm going to live in Rome.

What? But, when...?

Yes, although I don't know for sure. It depends on whether my mother can find me a school.

I talked to her. I want to leave.

I want to be with Nicola.

I have a boyfriend for the first time. I have to take advantage of it, right?

I'm shocked.

I'll finish the year there.

Really? You haven't said anything...

I only thought of it a few hours ago.

Only you know.

But don't say anything because I don't know if I can go for sure.

I don't want you to go.

Does your father know?

No, but we're better this year.

He will understand.

He has to understand.

- In Rome? What the hell are you saying? - What?

- I'll finish the course there. - But you're doing the course well here.

And now you want to go and spoil everything?

What do you want?

Leave your study in shit in the middle of the semester?

Just to fuck that Federico?

Dad, I'm tired when you become like this.

Mom is looking for a school for me. If she finds me a place, I'll go.

Wait. You mother is already looking for school?

But why didn't she call me?

What the hell did she think? She broke our agreement.

- I asked her not to because I wanted to tell you myself. - Go to your room and think, kid.

Don't bother me with nonsense. I have enough of work, dammit!

Do you think it's easy?

You think you can go to Italy and do the 11th grade there? Just like that?

- What are those screams? I can hear it down stair. - Ask your idiotic grandson who wants to go to Rome to study.

- Is this true? You'll go to Rome to fuck? - Grandma, don't say "fuck" in front of me.

- Shut up. I've fucked more than you. - Everything for a fuck.

You complained because I get involved with teachers and students' mothers.

Jesus, son, you're surpassing me.

It's like Messala comes to see Ben-Hur.

You make jokes because you think it's okay. You want us to fuck off.

This makes me want to leave even more. Are you crazy?

Dad, is it hard for you to understand?

It can't be that Coralina is more understanding than you.

Did you talk with Coralina about this?

Jesus, dad...

- I told you it was Richard III... - Shut up!

- You shut up! - Listen. - I told you it was Richard III... - Shut up!

- You shut up! - Listen.

- Did that bitch mess with your head? - She's right.

It's not serious that I'm leaving. I can learn a lot.

She deceives you.

She's a snake charmer and you're an idiot for believing her.

Yeah, an idiot tired of people knowing him as Merlí's son.

Nice end scene.

I want to be with you, Pol.

Alone. No pressure.

Without hiding.

But what?

Ivan.

Yeah.

It's normal, Miriam.

I don't think it's okay, either.

But we have already started...

Either we continue or stop...

And you don't want to stop.

No.

Because I want to be with you.

But suddenly, Ivan returns to my mind.

What are you seeking in me?

What we're having.

And you?

Ivan!

Ivan!

Ivan!

Please, Ivan! Please!

Are you hooking up?

Did you fuck?

You lied to me, mom. You laughed at me!

With Pol of all people!

Do you know what Pol did to me?

Because of him and some others that I was trapped here at home.

I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot.

Listen to me, Ivan...

I won't see him again.

No.

It's me who doesn't want to see you anymore.

You make me sick! You're a whore, mom! You're a whore!

Coralina, what kind of conversations do you have with my son?

Private.

Private.

Private, but you encourages him to leave for Rome.

I've learned that from you.

Encouraging students to do things.

What personal problems do you have that make you act like this to everyone, Coralina?

What is eating you from inside?

Because you're touched but you maintain the image as you can.

It must hurt you that Bruno leaves for Rome.

So much that you've lost that ironic tone that is typical of you.

Come on, don't be mad, Merlí.

Won't you be late for class?

Where is Ivan?

I haven't seen him.

He knows.

No shit! Everything?

He saw us. I'll tell you later.

- Did you forget the book on purpose? - I swear I didn't.

Come on, Monica, please...

Come look for it at my house. So we can talk a little.

Okay. This afternoon.

There is no state that doesn't need the economic institution of the family for its good operation.

Engels invoked a revolutionary subject

that was free from the bonds of private property

and was brave enough to run away from the family.

Where are Oliver and Ivan?

No, we don't know.

Your mother has just left.

She's very affected.

I know she was wrong, but I can't let you locked up at home again.

Come on, man.

I won't go.

I better not see Pol.

Yes, but it's not right to play truant all day.

- Leave, leave me alone. - No, I won't.

If you are like this, I won't stay calm.

At least let me tell Merlí.

No, I don't want him to know what happened. I don't want anyone to know.

Well, your mother and Merlí are friends.

What if he already knew?

- Impossible. He would have told you. - Everyone hides things from me.

Today Engels' speech is subversive, among other reasons...

So that young people take a long time to leave the family nest.

But there are always exceptions, of course.

We have been led to believe that true love must last,

and that we must form a family.

And meanwhile an entire industry is organized round this idea:

Real estate, mortgages with banks ...

Baby bottles, diapers, theme parks...

Exactly.

Consumption and family.

The State without the family will go to shit.

But pay attention.

There are many different models of family.

And if the Vatican doesn't like it, fuck them.

What's wrong?

Ivan.

- Well, what do you want? - Don't you need to tell me something?

- About what? - Not what. Who.

- Make it clear. I have work. - Who is hooking up with my mother?

Fuck.

You knew.

Yes, I knew. Not long ago, but I knew. She told me herself.

You don't like me, right?

- Ivan, please... - Everyone fools me! Everyone fucks with me!

Calm down, Ivan.

Calm down? Don't ask me to fucking calm down when my mother is screwing Pol!

Yes, they fucked.

And with the scene that you must have made, I sense that they won't do it again.

You all lied to me.

She hid from me, okay. But you?

- We're no longer friends or any shit. Jesus! - Stop it.

Enough.

Let me help you.

I'll talk to them.

I assure you that Pol will never see your mother again.

It's me who doesn't want to see her again.

Pol, too because I'll kill him.

I want to change school and family.

- Ivan! - Get lost, fucking prick!

"Fucking prick".

One of the two is true.

Oliver will stay quiet.

Yeah, but I'm afraid it'll spread, Tania.

Ivan will only tell Oliver.

Yeah, but Oliver won't say anything.

They're very close friends.

I hope so.

Just that I've gone too far.

Deep down, I understand you.

I mean, a fuck is a fuck, right?

I mean... we all feel like fucking.

I don't know. If I'm introduced to a friend's father and I think he's hot...

You get me?

Is your father handsome?

What do you want, girl?

Is that a joke?

Okay, okay, I've messed up.

I'm going.

You must be wondering why Ivan didn't come to class, right?

How is he?

How is he?

He's gone home.

He prefers not to see you.

Don't ever meet Miriam again.

Forget about your job at her bar.

And of course, about revision lessons with Ivan, too.

- Fuck. How do I tell my father that I don't have a job? - You'll figure that out.

- Why am I such a moron? Jesus! - Why?

Because you think with a part of your body that's not your brain.

Next time, Pol Rubio, instead of screwing a friend's mother,

go jerking off.

No, no way.

Alcoi's house used to belong to my mother.

The fact that he's my son doesn't mean he can steal what is mine.

I said I won't give up not a single millimeter.

Can we talk?

If it's about Ivan Blasco, I've already decided. 3 day expulsion at home.

He had a serious problem. He was nervous, so he insulted you.

So much that he called me "fucking prick"?

It's not because his mother gets involved with his friend?

You're surprised that I know.

Merlí, you underestimate this poor teacher.

Who told you that?

A secret is what teenagers don't know how to keep.

It burns them inside like a poison and they have to remove it.

You just have to look for a conversation in the air.

It won't do you any good if I forgive Ivan.

You're a very empathetic person, Coralina.

I see that your irony returns. I like that.

But it seems that I understand better than you what your son needs. You see, I don't lack of empathy.

It's impossible!

Hi, handsome.

Can I help?

Bad shot.

I haven't touched it, either.

A little like with Monica, who you don't see much, lately.

What do you want?

I say it out of good will.

I also screwed up with Gery.

I hid from him that I have a son.

I don't feel sorry for Gery.

Why do you hate him so much?

It's not because you like me?

I'm joking!

No, seriously, I'm sorry for you and Monica.

What?

What do you know?

Fuck, I can tell that she doesn't talk to you.

Because of Gery.

So?

I know that she's angry, but we'll solve the problem.

Today we are here to talk.

I mean, we're together.

I don't know, man.

Monica flirted with Gery.

Gerard told me.

But relax, they did nothing. Gery has it clear that he's with me.

Man, don't be nervous.

One tip: if you want to continue with her, don't tell her that you know this.

She flirted with him when you had just had a fight.

She was mad at you. I understand.

Calm down, Joan.

Your father isn't very happy.

No, but he has to put up with it. I have it very clear.

You're doing well.

If I were at your age, I would do the same.

Take advantage, so... Chances in life will pass, you know?

A change of scenery will be nice.

My mother is looking for me a school.

How long have they been divorced?

For some time.

My father abandoned us when I was little.

I've been living with him for a year.

It mustn't be easy.

At first, no.

We fought everyday.

I didn't forgive him for leaving me when I was little.

It was hard for me to see him in class.

We hardly talked for years.

He is proud.

So am I.

We know each other so well. It bothers him that I'm leaving but he won't say it.

It doesn't matter. Now we're okay and we're recovering.

Besides, I didn't make it easy for us to get along.

He bothered me, but... but I needed him.

It's impossible to escape from family, and from him, right?

Where are you going?

Job interview.

For what?

Nothing.

They won't give it to me.

But I'll go anyway.

Aren't you late for the bar?

Yes, I'm going.

Come on, I'm sure they'll give it to you.

You look good.

Your mother was beautiful.

Hey.

What?

He doesn't want to open the door.

Calm down, Miriam.

Come on.

What have I done?

I don't understand what I've done...

- But I won't see Pol again. I make it clear. - I know.

I know.

I've talked to him. I asked him not to come back to the bar.

He's not having a good time, either.

If you owe him money, give me and I'll give him.

Now, the only thing I care about is not losing Ivan.

Listen to me. Go to work, I'll stay with him.

- Let me know if... - Yes. Go.

Ivan, it's me.

Jesus, I'm having a déjà vu.

This is not the first time we talk with a door between us. Remember?

You know that I won't leave until you open the door.

You missed class today.

Do you know what Engels said?

Only in marriage can infidelity be conceived.

I didn't open because of that Engels' phrase. I open because I'm taking a piss.

Federico Moccia will learn a lot from you.

- Stand aside. Jesus! - Before you go to take a piss,

I repeat I won't leave until we talk as an adult to an adult.

You know that locking yourself up is not a great idea.

I will do as I please.

You must accept two realities.

One: You can't be hysteric for many days because your body can't take it.

And two: I'm your friend and I'll stay here with you.

Whether you want it or not.

Go take a piss.

It's shocking that you hooked up with Ivan's mother.

Don't laugh, man.

Miriam made me so...

She's a war machine.

You will have to get used to being without her.

It's better that way.

I was already on the verge.

Ivan is a very good guy.

I don't know, always...

I always play with people's feelings.

Yeah.

I played with you too.

Pol...

Okay, okay.

What?

Not used to being rejected?

Hey, I don't care if you don't want to.

It's not that I don't want to. Just...

I have my mind on other things.

Nicola?

Or some other guy?

The only guy I've ever had on my mind other than Nicola is you.

But I don't know what you are, man.

I know you like girls, but then what are you? Bisexual?

Don't fucking put label on me, Bruno.

Hooking up with you turns me on.

But I haven't done it with any other guy. I know that's just it.

Not closeted gay or any shit.

If...

If we don't see each other for a while,

will you miss me?

You leaving?

No, no. But... answer.

If I left...

So?

I don't know. I suppose friends miss each other, right?

Well...

Bye.

You leaving?

When it comes to talking about feelings, you leave.

You expect me to tell you that I'm in love with you, Bruno?

I have never fallen in love.

Neither with you nor with any girl.

You don't know about the troubles that people who are in love have.

Just look at Joan and Monica.

I'm in love with Nicola.

Then I hope it goes well for the two of you.

I'm leaving. See you at school.

That's if Ivan doesn't kill me.

And of course I would miss you if you went away for a long time.

And the girl from behind, she didn't stop kicking the chair.

- Her father was much worse. - He threatened me, remember?

Lucky that we left the cine.

The movie wasn't good, either.

I miss going to the cine with you.

Maybe later, as friends.

Not as couple.

Listen, what problem do you have with me?

What's wrong?

What did I do to you?

Fuck, sorry.

You made me nervous and I pressured you to say you wanted to be with me or with Gerard.

But that's it.

I screwed up, yes.

Now can we go on, please?

No, Joan, because we're not together.

Are you with someone?

Enough, I shouldn't have come.

Sorry for having suspected that you were in love with Gerard.

You lost me because you're always jealous.

You look like a paranoid!

Paranoid?

I know you flirted with Gerard after breaking up with me.

It didn't take you two hours to go flirting around.

You've always liked him but you don't want to admit it.

But Monica, I can forgive you.

Forgive me?

What do you have to forgive me for?

I don't need you to forgive me.

I was in love with you, Joan. But I'm tired.

- I'm tired of your jealousy, and of your way of... - What? Tell me. I don't understand.

Of being couple.

That we never did anything with friends. Just you and me.

You take me home to eat cannelloni. You give me rings.

What a drag!

But what do you think we are?

- We looked like a boring marriage couple for 40 years! - Why didn't you tell me?

You never said no. You went along with everything I suggested. I never forced you...

- You told me you loved me. - You make me sick, like my ex!

- I'm like that son of a bitch? That's what you thought of me?

- You are hurting me! - I'm in love with you!

- Joan! - What don't you understand?

Just so you know. I'm no longer with Monica.

No, no need to make that face.

What were you thinking?

That we were like you?

That we would marry and be together for our whole life?

Oh, so beautiful!

That we would have a child and a little house with garden.

Joan!

What happened?

That you forced me to do things that don't suit me.

Things that aren't for youngsters.

This happened once.

You wanted me to be like you again. Why am I such an idiot?

You didn't stop pressuring me until you met her.

- Now she left me. Fucking great! - Enough. Don't talk to us with that tone.

- Joan, sorry. But you were so happy taking her here. - Yes. - Now she left me. Fucking great! - Enough. Don't talk to us with that tone.

- Joan, sorry. But you were so happy taking her here. - Yes.

But I didn't want her to come to eat every Sunday. Fuck!

And you, dad?

With that fucking ring. You insisted me to give her.

That worked in the 20th century, not now!

Joan, Joan!

- If you hadn't... - I know.

The worst thing is that I seem like you.

I'm as boring as you are.

I'm as traditional as you!

But that will now change.

I'm fucking sick of this family...

that you mess with my things!

You'll will only know my good grades.

You won't comment on any of my girlfriends, in this fucking life!

In this fucking life!

You think I only like spicy sausage?

Bread with tomato and ham. And life makes more sense.

You laugh at Moccia, but you...

When I see Pol, I'll beat him to a pulp.

Since Coralina expels you for 3 days at home,

it will help you calm down.

Besides, if you hit Pol once, he'll give you back 4.

- I'll hit him 10 times. - Yeah.

You don't want anyone to know?

Then be discreet instead of hitting people, dumbass!

Coralina filled Bruno head so he would go to Rome.

And he, like an idiot, is already making plans.

I never imagined my son would connect with someone like Coralina.

Do you understand where I'm going, Ivan?

Sometimes the people that we love do things that hurt us.

You should get used to it because it'll always be like this.

Suddenly a friend, or your girlfriend or your mother ...

does something that you can't believe,

that affects you and that you can't understand in any way.

My mother and a friend.

No one could understand something like that.

Well, you must.

I can't.

Don't you get it?

I can't.

Listen, Ivan.

I know you're ashamed and angry.

But Pol and your mother will never see each other again. Okay?

I've talked to them. And I assure you that.

When your mother told me, she was not having a good time.

Yes, she had it bad, poor her.

- But the continued fucking and she forgot it, right? - Yes, that's it.

To put it simple: Your mother is hot, so is Pol.

They were horny.

I know.

It's the animal instinct that we all carry inside. Or you've never been horny?

Not with a friend's mother.

I would never do something like that. It's not ethical.

Oh, yeah. Ethics.

Yes, I love that word.

Ethics. Sounds good, right?

Yes, from the outside, it is very easy to wave the ethic flag.

Was it ethical of me to steal a test from Eugeni to give it to Bruno?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

Well, now you know.

Well, maybe it wasn't ethical, but I did it.

Is it ethical that your mother screwed Pol?

Maybe not.

But look, Ivan, sometimes people are very attracted to the one that we can least imagine.

And this intense attraction is very difficult to repress.

What?

How is Ivan?

You don't need to know.

Pol told me everything.

Congratulations.

Dad, can I talk to you?

I know what you have to tell me.

Your mother called me.

You have a place in a school in Rome.

Yes.

Well, great. Good night.

"Great" and "good night"?

Won't you say anything else?

Dad, I know that you're upset. But can't you cheer for me?

Yes, I'm glad.

You know why?

Because I'll have more space when you're gone.

I'll settle in your room tomorrow. I won't wait until you leave.

Why don't you go live with Coralina those last days?

Since she understand you well.

Have you ever thought that you and Coralina are the same?

Don't you say what you think? So does she.

You're ironic and shameless with people.

Coralina knows how to manipulate whoever it is to get what she wants.

Is it familiar?

You wanted the guard room as your office and you got that.

She, too.

The difference is that she's woman.

And when a woman behaves like that, everyone sees her as a bitch.

However, when that jerk teacher is a man,

everyone thinks that he's fucking great.

Well, I don't know about you, but I don't like that.

Ernest, it's your mother.

I know you won't answer this call. I won't ask you to, either.

I just want to tell you ...

I'll check all of grandma's inheritance.

You will have your share.

It took me a while, I know.

But I hope that when the lawyers reach an agreement,

we can talk.

even just on the phone.

I miss you.

A lot.

Ivan...

Stay away.

I won't see him again.

Merlí has told him not to go back to work.

I didn't want to say it myself.

I deleted his mobile phone.

I'm embarrassed to tell you...

that I felt younger with Pol.

It was...

as if I could live some things again.

I didn't seek him.

I found myself, Ivan.

And I admit that I fell.

I was wrong.

Forgive me...

I'm...

I'm in love...

with the girl that hates me most in class.

I already have the plane ticket.

Great. I think it's fantastic.

You're in love and you go live in Rome.

Child, it doesn't overwhelm me.

Tell Gerard that you're happy that he's dating Oksana.

Make him see that you support their relationship 100%.

You'll see you'll have him back home in a few days.

Oksana.

Hello.

I would like to invite you to have lunch at our place today.

Yes, okay.

Mom?

You have a boyfriend?

Do I have the right to have privacy?

You have a boyfriend.

Marc, don't you start.

Did you tell Monica that you were wrong?

I'd do that if I were you.

Have you apologized to Ivan for fucking his mother?

Ivan, man, the day you return to school, I'll be hysterical.

I will be hysterical because I don't know what you can do to Pol.

Fever.

Is your throat sore?

Aren't you taking him to the doctor?

- Give him this and see if the fever goes down. - I'll go out with friends this afternoon.

So will I.

Oh, you're having fever.

You have to take care if you want to live in Rome.

Live?

But you'll go back after Christmas, right?

Forget her.

She says "live" because I'll be gone for nearly a month.