NETFLIX PRESENTS
Reinvent yourself.
That means you have to leave your comfort zone.
It's very fashionable. What if I don't want to?
What if I'm fine here?
And "never change"
refers to the horrible expression "be yourself."
Thoughts?
Do people change?
Are we the same person we were 5 years ago?
Heraclitus said
we have a problem defining identity
because we need two contradictory things to define it:
what always stays the same
and what always changes.
That's the paradox of identity.
If we're always ourselves,
nothing would happen to us or it would change us.
And if things always happen,
who do they happen to?
Aristotle apparently solves this problem
by separating substance from accidents.
Go ahead.
When Aristotle says "accidents",
what does he mean?
Accidents are one way to define being.
Like action and potential, right?
Yes. For Aristotle, the full realisation
of being anything is the passing from potential to action.
Meaning entelechy is known as the action.
Exactly.
Any questions?
Yes, look, you said:
"The full realisation of the being anything
is the passing from potential to action."
When you say "being anything",
do you mean…
substance, accidents or both at the same time?
Damn, we'll be here forever.
I'm referring to essence,
without which nothing can be what it is.
There you have it, kid.
Ortega y Gasset used to say:
"I am myself and my circumstances."
We could say people are two things:
what doesn't change and what does.
We are and we aren't at the same time.
That's the title of your next project.
It's voluntary, only to raise your grade.
Have you seen Rai?
No.
Not at all.
Biel, thanks for the questions you asked.
They helped me understand Montoliu better.
Oh, no problem.
I understood it perfectly in the end.
Of course, sometimes the subject is hard.
It happens to me too.
Well…
Are we going to the bar?
Let's go. -Not with you.
Is there a problem?
Were you like that in high school?
Like what?
Did you have to prove you were the best in the class?
I don't need to prove… -You do.
You do need to.
Besides, you laugh at your friends when they ask.
No, Minerva,… -I think it's offensive, Pol.
I don't recognise you.
If you're really like that, I don't like you.
Okay, good, it is what it is. Bye.
Goodbye, handsome.
Fuck off, moron! -Asshole!
MERLÍ: DARE TO KNOW
RIVER
What?
Hey, what are you doing? Coming to class or not?
What time is it?
Eleven.
You skipped Montoliu's class. We have Logic at 12.
He's going to give us a dose of empty sets.
Okay.
One thing.
Have you done something to Minerva? She seems anxious.
No, I haven't. Why?
I had to leave because she went off on me.
What did you do to make her angry?
Nothing.
She says I show off saying what I know about substance.
But Biel wasn't getting it
and she defended him.
I don't care, she can suck it, you know?
Anyways.
Hey, Rai? Are you there?
Why are you still here?
Did you just arrive or were you already here?
I just arrived.
Well?
Are you not going to tell me what you did with Dad's portrait?
Did you throw it away?
Relax, the portrait is fine.
Honestly,
I think it's better for everyone not having it in the library.
We can put yours up when you finish.
I like how you paint.
Stop sucking up. I'm not dumb.
It's true.
Hello, hello!
Vicky, Henry is waiting for you in the car.
Why are you here?
I'm going to play tennis with Rai.
Will you get ready?
Yes.
I have a Skype meeting with the people in Madrid.
What's the point in seeing people's faces
while talking on the phone?
Say hi to Julia. -Okay.
Feed Cosmo before you leave.
Biel,
want to do the philosophy project together?
You and I? Yes, of course.
Well,… -You're doing it together?
Yes, but don't worry, I'll find someone.
No, I'd hate to intrude.
You're not intruding. -Don't worry.
We hadn't started yet.
Sorry about the scene I made with Pol.
It's okay. -Don't worry.
He's so pedantic, it's annoying.
If people in class have doubts, they have to ask.
We're here to learn. -Yes, yes.
Look at him. -Let's try to get along.
Hey, Pol!
Want to do the project with me?
You want to work with me?
I'm an expert and laugh at dumb people.
I'll get over it.
When you have doubts in class,
go to the professor's office later to ask.
What's this? -For you.
You know I hate motivational mugs.
Oh, of course.
You don't have to change, you're perfect.
The popular professor.
And you're pretty too.
Green tea.
Yes?
No, I'm here…
He's here for me.
Sit, please.
I just wanted to…
Well, I had questions.
Yes, no problem. Ask whatever you want.
Let's see,
does separating
substance from accidents
mean that identity is lost?
No.
According to Aristotle, they both make up the being.
Okay, the substance…
The people in class might be smart
and know what it is,
but I don't.
They might not know either,
but they're not brave enough to ask.
What is substance?
Have you ever swum in a river?
Two formulas are logically equivalent
if they have the same value in the whole equation.
We can formulate it more precisely if we say
alpha is equivalent to beta,
if and only if,
in the entire "V" equation,
"V" of alpha is equal
to "V" of beta.
But also… I hope you're writing this down.
Take into account, this is very important,
that alpha is equivalent to beta
if and only if
not alpha
is equivalent
to not beta.
I saw you were interested
in my explanation about substance.
Me? Not at all.
It's not true.
You were listening.
I passed metaphysics back in the day.
I know what substance is, sweetie.
I know the river metaphor.
I'm leaving.
Enjoy your mug
and your thermos of green tea.
It's tea, end of story.
It might be today,
but we know what we're talking about.
Are you judging me, Silvia?
No, you've already condemned me.
I'm only saying it because I care.
Instead of hiding, you should face this
and your issue with your daughter.
Don't even think about crossing that line.
We're friends, not therapists.
I've already crossed that line.
Hey!
Susana! What are you doing here?
That's what I'm asking. I don't like the centre,
but there's a dry cleaner here that leaves coats good as new.
Wow. It's the same.
Did you study here?
Hispanic Philology, like Ester.
Oh, the pond!
With the fish…
How nice.
Yes, we met here.
She was finishing her degree when I was starting.
I'm much younger.
Shall we have lunch together?
My treat. There's a great new Japanese place on Ganduxer Street.
Susana, I don't know if we should eat together…
Okay, okay. It was just for a chat.
I assume you have class. I'll go.
Such memories.
See you later.
I'm so nervous.
I have a backache.
Do you know how to massage?
No, but what do I have to do?
Stop. Press here, look.
There.
Too much? Too little? -Stronger.
Biel, you're really good.
What a shit day.
If you want, we could go and get some red velvet cake.
How do you know I like red velvet cake?
You said so. Don't you remember?
What a good memory.
It's true, I love it.
I'll confess something to you:
that cake turns me on.
Rai.
This one looks better than the grey one.
Hello! -If you say so.
If he's that happy, he's with someone.
Hello!
Dad, you look great!
Hello, I'm Gloria.
Oti, nice to meet you.
Hello. -Hello.
I'm Pol's biological dad.
We don't look alike,
but I can take a DNA test.
Why so smartly dressed? -I'll change and we can go.
Pol, I'm taking your dad
to a piano concert at the concert hall.
It was about time.
One has to adapt to the new situation
and face the unknown.
I didn't come up with that. Eduard, the kiosk guy, did.
Go on.
We had a map like that at home.
My mum threw it out.
Mum.
Hello, sweetie.
Jesus, why are you here?
Don't tell your dad. I wanted to see you.
Are you okay? -Yes.
I'm glad.
They smell good,
these flowers.
I wanted to tell you I don't want you to think
that I spent the weekend at home
with friends, toasting with champagne.
Don't you think I look good?
Well, I'm working.
If my asshole boss sees me…
Yes, I'll go now.
I like seeing you work.
I can't wait to watch some films with you.
Me too.
Goodbye, sweetie.
Are you waiting for news from Argentina?
It's nice to be with you.
We don't have to define what we have.
We're simply fine.
And you maybe
make me sleepy.
Three substances:
the soul, "res cogitans",
matter, "res extensa",
and God, "res infinita."
I don't like Descartes.
Well, Hume dragged him.
That one. Let's focus on Hume.
Come on, Hume then. -Actually, let's rest.
You're acting like my boyfriend, so academic.
He doesn't realise what he has.
How are you and Rai doing?
We're friends.
I'm not dumb. I see him flirting with Minerva.
It's normal, Minerva is pretty.
You're the first bisexual I've met.
What are you doing?
I'm imagining you
with Biel's blue eyes
and Rai's bumpy nose.
Because let's be real,
Rai
isn't your typical handsome guy,
but he has an aura.
His nose
and package.
Don't say you haven't looked at Rai's package.
Yes.
The "res extensa."
But he doesn't have a beard.
You do.
Can I?
How cool.
I love it touching me while making out.
Since you like both girls and guys,
you know about a soft makeout
or an itchy one.
Oti, come on…
Explain David Hume.
Here, please.
Write with your fingers on my back.
Hume
drags the idea of substance.
Because we can't perceive it,
we have no idea about substance.
Meaning it's like…
like a unicorn.
Okay.
It's pure fiction.
Therefore, I don't exist.
Exactly.
Because I can't see your true being.
Wait.
Being.
I perceive
your form,
your touch,
your smell,
but there's no rational reasoning
to believe in the existence of being.
I want it to itch.
I want it to itch a lot.
I can't believe you skipped class.
Asshole.
The public system gives you the chance to learn,
and you stay at home.
Water.
Can you live with that burden?
Can you live with being such an asshole?
Are you coming or not?
I think I'll stay here.
Minerva hates me, you ghost me
and Biel thinks I laugh at him.
Be honest, did you laugh at him or not?
A little bit.
At last I've managed to rid myself of year three Logic.
Oh, perfect.
Coffee, please. -Two.
Orange juice.
Freshly squeezed.
Oh, shit!
Thirty, thirty.
Oh!
We're changing partners one day!
I always lose with her.
I want to be with you, Ester.
It's not like Ester is Steffi Graff!
That sounded very 90s of you.
Come on, play. -Come on, Vicky!
Start.
Do an ace like Navratilova.
Out! -What do you mean?
That was inside, Ester!
Susana, what's wrong with you?
Ignore her, it's fine.
The ball landed outside.
Don't you see? -No, me?
You don't see anything!
Ladies, why don't we take a break?
No, no. I don't need a break.
You stop. Come on.
What's her deal?
Fuck! You hurt her.
I'm sorry, Judith!
No, no! You're not sorry!
It could have been me. I'm fed up!
Susana, relax.
No, I don't want to. I'm sick of being shut up.
Be more careful, Ester!
It was an accident.
Yes, everything is accidental.
She also fucks your son accidentally.
No, Vicky, no.
It's not true.
You're no saint either, sister.
You've been fucking the Mexican for a while.
You're fucking your nephew?
Since when?
Was he a minor? -No!
You disgraceful whore!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Why did you tell her? -I'm sorry.
Stop!
I didn't make Rai do anything.
You were supposed to be the mature one.
Yes, mature like you.
Are you OK? -No!
You skipped Logic.
You can pass me your notes.
Is everyone around?
Minerva was waiting for you to give you a hug.
Shut up, dumbass.
You should let it go.
She's the one who got upset with me.
That's easy to fix.
That's a posh people problem. -Really?
Yes. -A posh people problem?
Yeah, you're becoming a little posh with your flat in Eixample.
What do you want, Henry?
It's your mother, Rai. Your mother.
My mother what?
She broke your aunt's arm!
What the fuck are you saying?
Is it true that you are a thing?
Fuck!
They were playing tennis
and they started a fight.
Dammit, Susana. Son of a bitch.
My mum knows about my aunt.
Posh people problems.
Okay, Henry, listen.
Find my mother, pull her aside,
and tell her I know about you two.
No, Rai, that's not…
Yes, Henry, yes. I've seen you.
I'm not dumb.
In every corner of the house.
Don't worry, Henry, I like you.
Explain everything to my mum, okay?
Okay.
I'm throwing him out.
He can go if he has money. He's a big boy, he doesn't need me.
On the contrary.
I think Rai wants to live with you.
He always wants attention.
I'm sure the thing with Ester is about that.
You're justifying it. He fucked his aunt!
I have a sister and a son
that are sick.
Disgusting.
It's real life, sweetie.
What?
I talked to Rai.
He knows that you and I…
The Egyptian goddess Maat
represented the harmony of the cosmos.
The natural order
that gave stability, happiness and health.
The Egyptian wise men knew
that to live with our backs to this harmony in nature
was to accelerate disaster.
Everyone, from governors to priests,
had to observe Maat's rule to govern justly
so that everyone would do their own task.
You know how it works, I tell you every day.
A lot of people come in here.
We have to remind them to take care of the books.
I was working on other things.
You could focus a little bit.
Minerva, people leave the books wherever they please
and you have to explain that the best place…
I already do, since my first day,
but the careless people don't listen.
Yes, but we can't be like that.
Are you saying I don't work well?
Because of people's foolishness?
Is it foolishness? Really?
Minerva, shall we go to the bar?
Stay out of this.
Go and have a coffee. Get some air.
You're a little anxious.
Minerva, wait!
Incredible. Why did you have to butt in?
It's your pride again! -Jesus, Minerva.
Remember how hard it was to get this job?
You want them to get tired of you?
I'm a grown-up, Pol.
You can go in and shout at her,
or you can calm down.
And you can come to my house for dinner.
Are you insane? -No.
I'm the class cool guy.
Now you're being ironic.
No, I'm being serious.
I needed to stick out in high school.
I suppose it was out of insecurity.
Although you don't believe it, I'm changing.
What?
Don't you want dinner with the best philosophy student?
Laura! -Mum.
What are you doing here? -Hello, Mum.
Does your father know? -No.
Are you looking for trouble?
Why did you come? It's not my turn with you.
Wait. I'll call him.
You won't want him to be worried.
He has to know. Wait.
Felix, she's with me.
No, don't start.
I found her at the door without notice.
I don't know.
You don't let her see me.
It was me, Dad.
You heard her.
Let her stay.
We'll be here until you come to get her.
Yes.
A sprain.
Two weeks.
I suppose I deserved a worse punishment.
It's incredible.
I have a son like Caligula:
he fucks my sister.
Or you fuck him,
depending on how you see it.
It's lucky that sex doesn't matter,
as you said about Henry.
Now it matters? -Henry and I aren't family.
We weren't in love, if you were wondering.
That's all I need. I'd throw you both out.
Mum loved "The Epiphany."
I'll keep it.
Of course,
it's for both of us.
It's all yours.
Take care of it.
Brauli took care of all this,
but he's not here anymore.
Brauli hated this painting.
I know that better than you,
but I love it.
They don't make paintings like this anymore.
They'll take it in Madrid, if you come see Julia with me.
That city stresses me out.
There's too much
liveliness.
I'm sure you'll find
a young man who isn't family there.
Get me a train ticket.
I love the laundry world.
Is there something you don't like?
In my village, man…
"My village, my village…"
Don't you hate your village?
Hey! -Oh, Arnau, hello.
Hey, get this.
I went to an exam revision with a friend
and the guy spent half an hour talking to the professor
saying his exercise was correct to get a higher grade.
Did he get the grade? -He sure did.
Out of annoyance. -Well,
maybe he was right.
Yes, I guess. He didn't stop until he got it.
I wouldn't have bothered. If they say no, it's no.
Insisting for half an hour…
Because you're a loser. -Me?
No, no. Don't argue in front of me.
I meant it in a good way, Arnau.
It just seems
like you go through life apologising.
You don't take risks so as not to annoy.
And you? You get very annoying.
Yes, but I achieve things.
You have to insist creatively.
It's in the details.
Market yourself.
If you don't sell yourself, you don't exist, no one buys.
I'm not surprised he left.
I don't know. What did I say?
Minerva!
A toast to Minerva.
Thank you.
For me too, right? -Of course.
And a toast to Pol.
And one for the girl you brought yesterday.
And if you bring a guy, we'll toast too.
Okay then.
How was the concert at the hall yesterday?
It was very good.
Very beautiful.
Johann Sebastian Bach, very interesting.
One of the pieces is in the shaving cream advert.
Don't be cringy, Dad.
Everyone has their own references.
Hey, Minerva,
you're very quiet for an Argentinian.
Dad. -It's okay, let him.
"Let him", she says.
How nice of you to come.
I love it. I love how it sounds.
I like Argentinians a lot.
They're passionate,
they dance the tango,
they go to therapy.
Alfonso, those are all stereotypes.
Catalans are stingy,
thrifty,
serious, with a refined sense of humour,
they support Barcelona FC…
Okay, okay. I get it.
They may be stereotypes,
but then you meet Argentinians and it's true.
Football, the mate drink… They're like that.
They love Barcelona.
Listen,
we also love Buenos Aires.
Look, Dad,
have you ever been to Buenos Aires?
Do you know any Argentinians?
Then don't give so many opinions.
There are people who know more than you.
It's beautiful, huh?
One like that got sold at the Maastricht fair.
But this is the original.
I found a flaw with the camera.
Where?
On the angel's foot.
It has an obvious fix,
you can't see it with the naked eye.
Is it too much to ask
that you don't share surnames with your partners?
I can do that.
What's that smell?
Come.
Cannelloni.
Fresh out of the oven.
I asked Henry to leave.
I gave him time off until tomorrow afternoon.
I'm going to Madrid for a couple days with Ester.
I'll throw a party in the garden.
We won't destroy the house.
I want to look over the Madrid auction house numbers.
They're good.
From a restaurant? -One near uni.
Explain philosophy to me.
You mean 2,500 years of philosophy?
Rai,
why philosophy?
Because
it helps me
understand people that are different to me
and to understand
that reality isn't just what I've experienced.
And to discover
that happiness isn't about having it all,
it's about not wanting anything.
And to know there are many explanations for things
and not everything is what it seems.
Like painters' flaws.
Did you know I used to love philosophy?
Really?
Your dad is nice.
He talked too much today.
He's a character…
What did your dad mean about the guys thing?
Nothing.
Things.
Oh, okay, "things."
You have your chest of secrets.
Like you.
What happened, Minerva?
Is everything okay?
Yes.
Yes, well,
I got a call from Argentina.
Sometimes,
you know…
No.
I don't know if you don't tell me.
Oh my gosh!
What? -The plant neighbour.
What? -The poor woman fell.
She what?
Does she live alone? -Yes.
Do something. Call an ambulance. -Yes, I'm calling.
Lady!
Lady! She's not moving. She's unconscious.
Don't you know her?
We see her on the balcony, always alone.
We have to help her!
How? She can't let you in.
Call the firefighters to push the door down.
The paramedics won't. We have to call.
We have to help her.
Pol, my grandma is very ill.
She's going to die.
She doesn't have long.
Oh, Laura.
I love that you've come over.
Hey, what I said yesterday was serious, okay?
The thing about drinking.
I'm going to change.
Dad says you need a doctor.
Yes, that's right.
But I must decide that myself.
Hey,
do you remember when you used to swim in the river?
Yes, we're going to go back, right?
We might.
If we go, we'd go to the same river, right?
But maybe some rocks would be more worn down
or maybe there's more water.
So,
although it's the same river we know,
it wouldn't be exactly the same river.
That's exactly
what happens to people.
We're the same,
even though we sometimes act differently.
We have an identity,
an essence.
But it doesn't always manifest in the same way.
In philosophy,
that's what we call substance. -Substance?
Yes.
A lot of philosophers have talked about it.
One of them, Mr. Leibniz,
a very intelligent man,
called substance
a "monad."
Oh, a monad.
A substance enclosed within itself.
A bit like me.
It's hard for me to act normal.
But,
from now on,
I'd like to stop being like…
A monad.