NETFLIX PRESENTS
Pol!
What?
Your phone has been ringing for a while.
Who is it? Have a look!
It's Bruno!
Have you organised the whole flat already?
Don't laugh.
You live better with everything in its place.
You should do the same.
Dad, don't even think about touching my things.
Okay, okay. Hey.
How is Bruno coping with his dad's passing?
What do you think? It's only been three weeks.
How about you?
I'm getting by, dad.
I'm not in the mood to study.
I'm going to drop off my resume.
Working is good.
But you have to get into uni.
Are you going to pay for my degree then?
Fuck. I suppose there are scholarships.
I'm sure you'll get one.
Why are you so optimistic lately?
What's up, moron? -Moron?
You're the one who won't answer my calls!
Don't complain, kid!
I should start working and let my mind relax.
I've been told that if I get my driving license,
I could work at a parking lot parking cars,
safeguarding… a party!
Great, I still don't know what the fuck to do with my life.
I'm doing my exams and studying History.
I'll get in for sure. -Bruno, why are you so hyper?
Now you just have to plan your summer holidays!
Should I lock myself up at home to cry all day?
I try to move on with my life.
I have enough on my plate with my grandma's depression.
And if I call you, Pol Rubio, pick up the phone.
Well, calm down, kid.
It's the same with Tania.
I'll have to talk to her in the end.
I think it's her who wants to talk to you.
Did she tell you?
Fuck, we're breaking up for sure!
Three of us hooked up and she saw how we searched for each other.
Bruno, it was a horny moment,
but we've never been anything more than friends.
Right.
There's always been something, right?
Come on, keep moving
before I regret having come!
Good morning. -Good morning.
Fucking hell.
Hello, father. How are you Gloria?
Hey, how are you, handsome? -Very well.
You're so worried for my studies that you meet up with the teacher.
Don't joke so much kid.
We're talking as friends.
Look. Look what I found.
Sit by my side!
What is this?
Oh, hey!
Look, kid.
They're some homework you got given in school.
When you were eight. -Let me see.
Hey, stop there!
The teacher asked you to write
an essay about your weekend.
Look.
It's titled "My weekend" and you wrote:
"On Friday, I came out of school
and a breeze took me to Monday."
Really?
I wrote that?
In one single sentence, you summed up your weekend.
I assume you don't mind
that I read it too. -No, no.
How do you expect me to annoy him if it's only to brag about my son!
You speak Catalan?
What's up with that, dad?
Come on! Leave. Leave now.
Okay. Can I keep the essay? -It's yours.
Goodbye, Alfons!
Fucking hell. Don't pay attention to him.
You've put me in a mess…
Don't complain,
because I got the worst part.
I never worried about the future before now, you know?
I wasn't going to study, I was going to end up working,
but you came along… -And I convinced you
that you are good at philosophy, right?
It's true.
That's why you want to get the degree, right?
When you were around,
but now that you've abandoned me… -What the fuck!
It's true, Merlí! I'm talking seriously!
I don't know what to do!
I don't know what to do, what to expect,
or who to love.
You've just defined how all humanity feels.
Don't you see?
I can't see myself getting the degree without you.
What were you expecting, dummy? Personal tutoring?
How much would you have paid me?
Are you kidding? -No.
I'm trying to make you understand that you don't need me.
Of course I need you, Merlí.
Of course I need you.
I want you to tell me
that I'm good at philosophy and to push me when I'm wrong
and throw books at me for me to think.
Stop doing
what everyone always does: lament!
And start your new life without me! You'll make it.
You'll go to university
because I can't imagine another way with you.
You'll meet people, damnit!
Student life is the best thing there is!
You learn while you fall in love and fuck!
Don't tell me you're not capable because I'll throw
"The Critique of Pure Reason" by Kant at your head!
And remember it's thick!
Merlí, wait.
And you?
How are you?
Me?
Good, I'm good, Pol Rubio.
And…
What comes after death?
You can make more original questions that that.
Is there sex after death?
If I answer that question, life wouldn't be fun anymore.
Go to university, Pol,
and ask millions of questions.
On Friday, I came out of school
and a breeze took me to Monday.
Damn! -Sorry!
Are you okay? -Sorry. Yes, yes.
Do you know where class 111 is? -Yes, I'm going there.
Do you take philosophy too? -Yes.
My name is Biel. -Pol.
I've been looking for a while. -Ah, it's that one down there.
Silence!
Uh… sorry.
Come on, silence now!
Well, first day of class…
and your faces look scared.
Don't worry, those of you who know Pythagoras well
will pass the course for sure.
I'm talking seriously, Pythagoras is very basic.
Sometimes I've some students
who don't remember the theorem.
Do any of you need to revise it?
It's not that I don't remember, but in my school, from Pythagoras
we learnt more about the transmigration of souls.
Oh, very well, then it's a good moment
to transmigrate your soul towards Philosophy.
This is Mathematics.
Are you dumb, kid?
MERLÍ: DARE TO KNOW
Do you have paper? A piece of paper?
Good morning!
A piece of paper, fuck!
If you feel crammed, don't worry,
there will be more space in 15 days time.
My name is Silvia Montoliu,
I got my doctorate 10 years ago and I'm an associate professor.
This is the class for philosophical issues
and I officially welcome you to Philosophy,
the famed degree with no prospects.
But don't worry, according to the rankings,
the University of Barcelona
is among the 100 best in the whole world.
A shame that associate professors only get paid 500 euros!
This is public education!
Have you questioned, before coming here,
if Philosophy is useful?
The subject of the History of Culture
is large enough to teach for years but the academic plans
want me to explain 50 centuries in a term.
I must do a McDonalding of culture.
Let's not kid ourselves, you won't be rich by studying here,
but it will give you a tool that can't be bought with money:
the possibility of thinking,
of knowing,
"sapere aude."
Propositional logic analyses
the structure of complex sentences
for expressions of functional truth.
If you thought you wouldn't do maths, I'm sorry.
For many students,
logic is maths, but with letters.
My name is Xavier Vidal and, apart from professor of Logic,
I'm the dean of the faculty.
In what period of history has humanity been free?
Does nobody know when humanity was free?
I'll tell you.
During the Palaeolithic.
When did we stop being free?
They painted cave walls and hunted.
When did we stop being free?
Very good question that.
The truth or falsehood of a complex sentence
depends exclusively on the truth or falsehood
of the simplex phrases that form the argument.
Don't make those faces
because this is the easiest thing you'll do in Logic.
The paper you have in your hands is the bibliography.
Consult, research, read.
When you study for exams,
not everything will be in your notes.
We lost freedom when we started depending on salaries.
That's it,
I've already summed up all the history of culture.
All Greeks are philosophers. Napoleon is Greek,
therefore,
Napoleon is a philosopher.
Is it a correct or incorrect statement?
Incorrect. -Incorrect.
Correct.
It's a correct statement.
Thank you all for participating.
Guys, it's not bad for today. We'll leave it here.
You got into the wrong degree, right?
What are you saying?
I saw you were overwhelmed before.
Oh, not at all! -I'm still the same, right?
I wanted to get into Audiovisual Communication,
but the entry grade is high but here, you get in easily.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, of course..
The classes are fucking awesome, right?
And the teachers are really good at explaining.
I love being in Barcelona.
I'm near Montseny.
I'm going to the Maths lecture, I have a meetup. See you in Ethics.
Goodbye!
She won't make it to Christmas.
What was I going to say? The papers.
Look, if you want, I'll lend them to you
and one day you get me a packet of 50.
What?
Let's do this:
we have half an hour until Ethics class,
so I'll give you a tour of the campus.
Fuck, dude.
Well, obviously, halls, the lecture hall,
the pond, it's very cool…
What's your name? Pol what?
Congratulations.
My dad works at the uni, in Academic Administration.
That's why I know it a bit. -Except for the number of classes.
What do your parents do?
My dad doesn't work and my mom is dead.
Fuck, I didn't know! -Of course you didn't
because we met three hours ago.
I don't explain my life to strangers.
But it's okay, Biel, people die.
Don't you do Philosophy?
That's my ring.
I was doing movements and it jumped out.
My name is Minerva.
Biel. -Pol.
What do you study? -I'm Argentinian.
Philosophy. -That's what people expect
from the us, that we solve the world.
We also study "Philo", first grade.
How cool! I lost the first classes.
Could you let me your notes? -Yes, sure.
I work at a bar and my boss changed
my hours just to bother me.
Yes, I know the work issues.
Now we have Ethics class.
Yes, see you in class.
I'm managing my scholarship with that ma'am.
I'm sorry.
Sorry, you can't sit here.
Oh, no? Why?
Apparently
the student that sat here last year died.
Come on, let's respect leaving it empty.
Some repeating students told me. -Let's sit here.
Guys, how is it going? -Hey!
Thank you. So kind of you.
I love the sound of decadence.
Two retards walk down the street
and one asks the other: "What is two plus three?"
And the other responds: "Four."
The first one says: "I shove a hive up your butt."
I explained this joke 15 years ago
and it got way more laughs.
25 years ago, they were losing it.
They asked me to tell it again.
What happened?
Morals have changed.
Now we have way more information.
In the 80s, we were ignorants
in regards to people with down syndrome
and we thought it was okay
to call them retarded or subnormal.
The question is:
now that morals have changed
can we make jokes about these subjects?
What are the limits of humour?
I suppose we have to consider the freedom of expression.
You're right. What limits does that have?
I think we should be able to joke about everything.
Okay.
Are there comedians with down syndrome kids
who joke about retards?
No.
We spend our lives trying to be happy,
and be relaxed,
when the only thing we have to do
for no one to annoy us with their jokes
is to be born as a white male
who is rich and heterosexual.
Do you want me to introduce you to my friend Abdul?
Abdul.
You can come in now.
Here you have them.
A bunch of defeated conformists.
Comfortable hedonists
who have come to study philosophy.
Abdul.
Tell them.
When did you arrive to Spain?
I got here two years ago.
My country is really bad.
My work conditions are good here.
I'm with the broom all day here.
Are you okay at work? -Yes.
You make a mess, I clean it.
Good. Thanks.
You're welcome, Maria.
Well, now you've seen.
There are people who are worse off than you.
Abdul lives in a rich white continent
but he's just a poor black man.
What's up?
Oh, so now you're starting to act all prim and proper.
You're leaving? Very good. But wait.
No. Wait.
Listen to this first.
Straight out of the newspaper.
"Conversations in the high spheres of politics."
"We've destroyed the Catalan health system."
More. An enlightened bishop.
"I assure you that homosexuals will find hell."
And the Roman Pope.
"Abortion is like hiring a hitman
to solve a problem."
You read this and you remain unbothered.
But if I say that Abdul is black,
you want to whip me in a cloister.
They've done a good job with you guys, right?
Goodbye!
For those who are staying,
my name is Maria Bolaño.
Welcome to the subject of Ethics.
Bolaño will be the best professor by far.
Everything she said about freedom of expression was superlative.
Totally.
Oh, superlative. I love it. You really talk like Argentinians.
How long have you been here, Minerva?
For two years. I'm renting a room in a flat at the Gotico.
400 euros including bills.
Fuck. That's not a bad price. -It's OK.
Well, come over whenever you want.
The automatic doorman doesn't work,
so you have to go into the Temple of Augustus,
shout my name and I'll come out.
Do you live at the Temple of Augustus? -A temple?
The hall faces the columns' floor.
It would be better to send you a WhatsApp message.
No, I prefer the Napolitan style.
For everyone to shout "Minerva."
But from downstairs!
What do you want?
Coffee with milk. -Yes, I do too.
We're eating the gay flag.
Damn, Angel! -Angel, in Spanish!
From Venezuela to the world, my friend.
They say we're the new Chinese, but nicer.
Why coming up with the cake the first day?
Yesterday, I told myself:
"Rainbow cake as a gift for my first friends of History class."
You worked on it a lot, dude.
Why are you studying History so late?
You're older, right?
Are you calling me a fat old man?
No, but you're a little bit older than us.
How old are you? -What do you think?
Thirty…
Twenty-eight?
Bingo! -Oh, yeah!
Hey, Pol,
we should meet up soon and recount our first day at university.
Here, in History, it's nice. I've met a cool group.
Well, we could go to the beach for a swim.
A kiss.
That's it!
Who is Pol?
A friend.
Very well, very well.
We could go to the beach
for a swim.
A kiss.
You're kidding me! -Oh, very good!
Next day, I'll make the cat disappear!
Okay, have a good one! -Goodbye!
How amazing!
I'll finish my beer and leave.
You can't sit here,
it's reserved for a teacher that died.
Fuck, did you get upset?
No, I don't understand your sense of humour,
it's too smart for me. -You seem intelligent, dude.
Hey, two Catalans arguing, unbelievable.
Come on, don't get offended.
Well, shall we name the cat?
Come on, yes.
Sartre!
A little pedantic, no?
Yes, and? -I like Sartre.
Goodbye! -Goodbye!
Goodbye! -Goodbye.
What's the name of that guy there?
Should we make a study group?
Would you like that? -Okay, fine by me.
Cool, come on.
Fuck! -What's up?
This dude, he took my wallet!
What are you saying? -Fuck.
I love it, baby!
I love it when you act like a dog.
Ah, yeah, baby, ah.
Are you expecting anyone? -Not yet.
Check it out.
Henry!
I don't like to be interrupted when I'm painting.
Leave.
Yes? -Hello.
Does Rai live here?
Yes, who are you?
I'm Pol, a friend of him.
Come in.
Wait here.
Rai?
Henry, who's there?
Pol.
One of Rai's classmates. -I don't know him.
I'm a classmate from the faculty of Philosophy.
Philosophy?
What are you doing here?
Rai, philosophy? -Yes, fuck!
What, you?
You got the wrong wallet. -Oh, fuck!
Come, come.
Don't touch the railing! -Don't touch the railing!
Don't get scared, okay? -No, no.
Fuck, what a mansion, right?
You must not even find your parents!
Surely not with my dad because he's dead.
Are you having a swim or what?
No, I'll pass.
I didn't come to have fun. Besides, I work.
-Okay.
Okay, goodbye!
Goodbye!
Please, come with me.
This way, gentleman.
Minerva!
Softer!
Oti! How nice!
Wait.
Go around this building and go into flat number 41.
Hello. -What a surprise.
I was very keen to see your Roman temple.
Come in.
How cool, dude. -Welcome.
Do you like it? -Yes.
Sometimes I read next to the window
and once in a while, I look up at the columns.
Wow, how cool.
She's Amy. The American.
It's her turn to clean this week.
Hello.
Amy O'Connor
My name is Oti.
I'm from Eugene, Oregon.
North of California.
Well, it has many hens,
many lesbians, it's very pretty.
How cool. I'd love to go.
Yes.
Okay.
How nice, right? -Yes, very much so.
But she voted for Donald Trump.
How cool, dude.
Always with American pressure on top.
Etien. Oti.
Oti. -Hello.
Pleased to meet you.
Good morning. -Good day.
Come on. Let's go.
Dude, I love your flat.
It's so multi-cultural.
And this is my bedroom.
Wow!
A Japanese guy used to live here too
but one night he left because he couldn't stand Amy.
I only know Catalans.
I'm from a village.
Sant Esteve de Palautordera
Let's toast.
To university!
Yes!
And, to Pol?
Do you like him? -Yes.
I like the crazy one more.
Biel? -No, Rai.
Oh, right. Yes, he's also very handsome.
More importantly, now we're a small group.
Yes.
Cheers. -Cheers.
It didn't turn out good, too much butter.
On the contrary!
They're the best vanilla cupcakes I've ever eaten!
Don't worry. The butter gives it an aroma.
No, no. Too bad.
Ester, you don't like anything you make!
Bazinga!
Let them be. They're sisters.
No, it's true,
I must thank you for giving so much company.
Oh, yes.
Since Brauli died
he hasn't left you alone, huh, kid? Six months living here.
It was too sudden.
It seemed impossible but no.
Heart attack and goodbye. What a life.
When I think it could happen to my husband…
Girl, we're not doing bad. -Well, don't be so perverse.
No, the truth is you have helped me a lot.
You should come back to the tennis club.
We could do a doubles match!
Hello.
Rai! Do you want one? I made them.
No, thanks. -Rai,
Do you know how to do the laundry? -Isn't Henry here?
I'll leave his clothes downstairs.
Do you know what Rai has done?
He dropped out of the business degree.
Just like that, without warning. I love it.
Really? A sabbatical year?
No, no.
Much more interesting.
Don't tell me you'll become a missionary.
That's where it's headed.
He's started studying Philosophy.
What?
Have you lost the "ESADE" courses?
The environment was too posh for me, aunty.
Finally, Rai has found
where to vomit his existentialism,
all his act about being different to everyone
and going to the centre of the city to study human beings. Right?
Don't be so hard, Vicky.
Don't you get involved, Susana.
As I was saying, too much butter!
I'm going to the toilet.
It's true that I should go back to the club.
Yes.
You don't know how excited I got when you told me
you jack off to thinking about me! -Yes, I can imagine!
In the end, it's better like that! I can't take it anymore!
Excuse me? -Yes.
I've got the most narrow parking spot. Can you direct me?
Yes, no problem.
Okay, careful with the column!
Okay, straight towards me!
Careful! Little by little!
Good, good, good… Stop!
It isn't that narrow.
I've been driving for five hours.
Is there a nice place around here…
to relax a little?
Relax? A bar?
A hot guy or girl are the strategy for million of companies
to sell their products.
Is it ethical to discriminate against ugly people for profit?
No, it's not right to use personal physicality to sell.
Why not? If you sell more…
Well, what should matter is the product you sell.
Not at all, that doesn't matter!
Businessmen only care about how to sell it.
If they market a car with a ripped guy driving it,
it's proven that they sell more.
I mean, who would market a shampoo with an ugly girl?
Then, when you set up a company,
you'll market it with a beautiful person, right?
I want to earn money.
What if you need heart surgery one day?
Would you care if the doctor is ugly?
Of course not.
Would it be ethical to select its medical and nursing staff
based on looks? -No.
They should judge based on their ability to do their job.
It's unfair to hire a beautiful person instead of an ugly person.
Good. The concept of justice.
It has appeared at last.
Justice is about treating everyone equally.
I could be a model in a shop.
Boot cut jeans suit me well.
Are you laughing in disagreement
or is it a silly laugh?
I don't know…
You believe in justice,
yet you laugh about my ass marketing jeans?
Excuse me. I'm not laughing…
We all dream.
I used to dream of being a professor at this university.
And you might too.
But you might end up selling trousers.
Damn.
Ugly people of the world.
We're many more!
Why don't we start the revolution of the ugly people?
Come on. Silence.
Silence!
Socrates was very ugly!
In Ancient Greece, beauty was highly valued.
For next week,
you'll hand in an reflective essay
on the concept of beauty
titled
how was it possible for Socrates
to be such a success among young people?
Eighty-seven.
Eighty-three.
It's your turn to pay, kid.
Yes, but when I was your student you had more people in class.
It's been 15 years since that.
Then I was beautiful, and they came to see me.
Now they only listen to me.
I'm sure some handsome student makes you nervous.
I can't stand the hot shots.
The come into this world with an "all inclusive" package.
I can only have one drink
but they live in a perpetual "happy hour."
Like you.
When you get cynical, you're fun but insufferable.
I limit myself to surppressing that weakness
with my success at work.
The students see me and think:
"Bolaño is good."
I would like them to think:
"Bolaño is good looking."
Laura.
Look, I finished it.
Take the other one out of the bag, come on.
Fuck. -Hey!
Don't curse in front of these honorable chancellors!
Are they all dead?
Of course. Can't you see their expressions?
Will they paint a portrait you one day?
I would like that
but I don't think I'll be the first female chancellor
of this university.
Well,
you can step on the red carpet.
That I can.
They've placed it for me.
Hey, I've been thinking about something
for a couple of days
You know that flats are very expensive.
Yes, I know.
Well, here goes.
We have to start thinking
about moving to Gloria's house.
What?
We've been talking about it.
If we're fine together
why live separately? It's dumb.
You've only known each other for four or five months.
So what?
We're happy, we're fine.
If you told me this a year ago and I wouldn't believe it.
I like that you have a girlfriend, dad,
but you're not 25 years old.
It's fine that Oscar has moved in with Oksana but you…
Am I asking a bum like you
for permission
to get my life on track?
I'm such an idiot.
Did I judge your relationship with Tania?
No, no. -Then listen up.
We're moving in with Gloria.
That's that.
Very well. You're on your own then.
Dumbass.
You still haven't explained your whim for philosophy.
It will help me understand the imposture of this house.
Imposture!
Like changing your degree when it was nearly finished, right?
Another one of your tantrums! And you've only done it
because you knew your dad wouldn't have liked it.
I don't have memories with him. He didn't work on it.
He could have done better, yes.
but were you a good son?
Fucking hell!
This family is a lost cause, fuck!
Rai, don't you realise you're insufferable?
I've spent years tolerating your eccentricities
and the calls from school for your bad attitude and stupidity.
You complain about the family,
but when you got a credit card at 18
you were delighted. -Yes.
Don't criticise your dad and look at your flaws!
Leave the dead in peace! -I don't give dad any credit!
Not one!
Well, yes, one:
him dying!
You're fucking bastard!
You're a rude bastard!
That's it, scream, scream! When he came in, everyone shut up.
You need a psychiatrist!
You're saying it by threatening me with a swimming pool filter?
You're sick!
Look,
now you have an excuse to go to the hair dresser!
Spoilt child!
Why don't you go in the water, Cosmo,
and drown with them?
You eat better than my daughters, bastard.
Fucking dog.
Everything okay, boss?
I actually like Gloria.
So do I but if they split up, do we end up in the streets?
Would you rather come to live at my house?
I'm so fed up of my grandma!
I don't get why she's depressed! It's very tiring!
How's work?
I hooked up with a client in the parking lot.
Really?
Fuck.
Now I get why you take so long to answer my texts.
How old was she?
30… Not more!
More. -If the boss appeared, you're done.
I don't even know the boss!
I couldn't say no, Bruno, she was too hot!
Want some? -No, no.
What are you doing?
It's a ritual.
Let's celebrate our entrance into university life.
You know that your thing has a name, right?
What? -Hooking up with dudes and girls.
Bisexuality.
I've come here as a friend.
Okay.
But if philosophy is about asking questions,
why not start questioning yourself?
I've told you 1.000 times, I don't want labels.
Alright,
but you should know we were destined.
Is it funny to you?
Forget about destiny, Bruno.
We're in uni, you do History and I do Philosophy,
I want to learn things, meet people,
pass exams, get a fucking scholarship
and end up being a Merlí.
That's what I know for sure:
I want to be like the person that has shaped our life the most.
What are you doing?
I'm not going to have a swim. -You're swimming with me now!
No. -Of course you are!
Come on!
You're so hot, dude!
I'd eat your mouth and fuck you!
I'm getting you now, Pol Rubio.
Now a guy,
now a girl,
but just know that in the end,
all roads lead to Bruno Bergeron.
I'm here!