NETFLIX PRESENTS
AN ORIGINAL MOVISTAR+ SERIES
Nazis.
-In the main hall of the university. -Mm.
A symbol of the insanity.
Either you're with us or we'll kill you.
You see? This photo reminds us to never let it happen again.
Sorry, but it already has.
In Rwanda, in Serbia, in Chile, in Argentina.
Without the swastika, but it's the same.
Oh.
I thought we were just fuckbuddies.
Maybe.
-But, uh, I'd like to be more than that. -We don't need to get married.
No, never.
Well, first I'd like to meet your father.
Guys, the main hall has termites. Did you hear that?
That's why they're restoring it, Oti.
The exhibition is cool, right?
Have you seen the Nazi photos?
Yeah, crazy.
Real Nazis, I mean, like in Schindler's List.
Yeah. Heavy shit.
Shit, look, the president.
A modest exhibition, but it shows how the main hall looked.
Allowing you to witness history with a capital H,
And now you'll meet the man we've placed in charge of the restoration.
Well, he's pretentious.
"History with a capital H."
Wow. Shall we sneak into the main hall?
-No! Of course not, Oti. -No.
-What? -We could get expelled, you know.
-Fine, okay, okay, okay. -You're so nosey.
-Now I'm thinking we go to class and-- -We should have dinner.
-Had some beers. -Some beers.
-Some beers, yeah, let's do it. -Well, to start off the semester.
Sorry, sorry, wait a minute, I was thinking, shall we study
-Ethics together this weekend? -Don't see why not.
We could meet at Minerva's apartment. She's coming back from Buenos Aires.
Yeah, that's great. I've missed her.
Shit, shit, no, no, no, I didn't tell you.
I had two important things to tell you and one of them was that
Minerva's staying in Argentina.
-What? -What?
Yeah, her grandma's sick and so Minerva, she's…
-gonna stay until she kicks the bucket. -Shit.
-What? -Kicks the bucket, Rai.
-And you make fun of capital-H History? -Yeah, man, can't you be sensitive?
I mean, it's the harsh reality, guys.
Her grandma is dying and Minerva wants to be with her. Period.
Ah, shit.
I can't believe she's not coming back.
-It's crazy, man. -Yes, it was a hard decision for her.
That's no surprise. She was happy here.
Well, what else did you want to tell us, because, I mean…
Mm. Yes.
-Well, nothing, just that we buried Cosmo. -What?
-Shit. -Shit, poor thing.
Fifteen days ago. It's fine, he was old, it's not a big deal.
What do you mean it's fine? He was your dog.
I mean, it's not as if we were best friends, you know…
He means he doesn't give a shit about his dog or Minerva not coming.
Because I offered to buy her ticket there? I obviously wish she was here.
-Yes, me too. -All right.
I was going to ask her to help me with the debate league.
Shit, the debate league.
What's this about?
Well, Vidal asked me to bring back the debate league
at the end of the year and…
Well, yeah, I'm gonna organise it.
-Shit, that's great. -Mm-hm.
-That's cool. -This has to be organised properly, okay?
You just can't trust your friends, right?
No, you'll be fucking great at it, Biel, but it's just a massive job.
Well, I'll give it my all, it'll be good.
Well, great. Congrats.
Okay, well, thank you.
Hello, María.
What's this I hear about a debate league?
Sounds like a boring meeting of four Greek widows.
Come on, seriously. Is it worth joining?
-Are they finally doing it? -Yes.
But I don't get why Biel Roca is in charge.
I mean, I like him a lot, but I don't think he's well suited to do it.
Ah, but you would be, is that it?
Better than him, for sure.
Look, I'm not going to do it alone.
But why not do it together?
Don't get me involved, kid.
I've got work enough on with my classes.
I can't spend my time with any Lincoln-Douglas debates.
Well, then. I'll talk about it with the dean.
Oh, yes, that will help you a lot.
It will. He's organising it.
Listen up, it looks like they've fixed the projector.
So we'll use it today.
Because I want to tell you…
about Carl Sagan.
Promoter of science,
who studied the cosmos like no one else.
Yes? Oh! Come in, come in.
This gentleman is my date.
His name is…
-Axel. -Yes, Axel.
He's restoring the main hall
and wants to escape from his drudgery to enjoy my easy classes.
Okay, let's go on.
Carl Sagan once said:
"Somewhere,
something incredible is waiting to be known."
A PALE BLUE DOT
This photo was taken over 30 years ago.
It's a picture of the galaxy taken from the spacecraft "Voyager."
And here, there's a pale blue dot.
This is the Earth.
In Sagan's words:
"Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark."
Keeping in mind that we're so small,
is it worth us killing one another, would you say?
Is it necessary to search for power or for fame?
Eric.
They say it is astronomy that moulds humility.
For Sagan, this image highlights our human responsibility
to treat each other better.
My question is a bit different:
What is the point in doing good?
Well, doing good is supposed to be necessary
to live together as a functioning community.
Yes, but then there are people who go against society,
taking advantage of those who do good.
I have a problem with the concept of "doing good."
I don't know, it's sort of…
It's like: "Look how good I am. Look, I'm the saviour, I do good."
Well, isn't that right? Isn't doing good being a good person?
And perhaps there aren't good or bad people,
but rather there are actions, good and bad.
For me, doing good isn't as important as curing the bad.
Eliminating the bad with good acts.
So then, we can agree: we live on a tiny stage,
which floats in the cosmos, but it's the only place that we know,
where the idea of good and bad has been established.
Okay, the leech.
I need a point of view from someone who doesn't reek of anxiety
over the next Ethics exam.
What is your opinion on the good and bad?
Bad has always been done in the name of good.
That's a good line.
Yeah.
Hitler killed millions of Jews in the name of good,
that for him was the Aryan race, and, well, um, that was shit, of course?
In the name of good, you can do anything.
Then you look at the photo of Earth,
you stop to think and…
and it all comes down to just one question:
what are we doing in the middle of this nonsense, you know.
Well, that there's the big question, right?
So what?
Well, by saying that, you're living in pessimism.
Reality is pessimistic.
Another great line.
Philosophy started like that, right?
People looked at reality and asked themselves:
What is this upsetting joke that is life?
I think that to be confused at life
you don't need this picture of the universe,
you just need to look at your hand.
I do that sometimes.
Yes, I look at my hand, yes. And…
I ask myself why it's like that.
How can there be…
um, billions of hands in the world that look the same
and at the same time, they're unique.
A working coffee machine.
Well, I asked them to fix the filter.
I work to improve the department.
It's the little things in life, right, Maria?
Mm, that I can do without like your debate league.
It was my idea.
With the approval of Dr. Llorenc, of course.
Ah, the president, more active than ever.
He's enthusiastic, you know?
He respects me a lot.
He knows I can improve the prestige of this university.
Pfft.
Such an asshole, that one.
Would it kill you to call him by his name?
-What's the matter? You're in love? -That's enough, okay?
I've had it with your insinuations about us being together.
Okay, I'll shut up.
-Are you okay, María? -Yes.
-Yes? -Yes!
Lower your voice, pretty please.
Every day, you ask me if I'm okay, and I hear:
"Have you relapsed?"
Well, no, you don't have to worry, I haven't relapsed but I sure want to.
Okay, but if you are tempted to relapse, just call me…
and then we'll meet, okay?
Wait, relapse into what?
Because, well, maybe I'm relapsing into existentialism.
A big pile of horseshit, man, in that cosmic gloom.
-Yeah. -That's it!
-But did you have class with Bolaño today? -We did.
Wow.
-Oh. -That's great.
Do you see that?
-Hello? -That's amazing.
And what about that?
Are you gonna do the whole room?
No, no, no, it's, uh, just the front.
-But what are you restoring? The wood? -Yeah.
There's also alabaster, glue, polychromes.
-Ah. -Mm.
It's a bit boring, to be honest.
If my father could hear me, I learned from him, he's the expert.
-Can we go up? -Oti. Don't be pushy.
-Come on. -Yeah.
-Yeah? -Yes, go up, yeah, yeah. There.
That so cool.
Hey, Arnau, aren't they waiting for you in Math?
Well, if I'm bothering…
You're bothering, no! Come on.
And what about the other guy who was with you?
-Who, Pol? -Mm-hm.
Oh, he's talking with the professor.
I think it'll be therapeutic for us to do this project.
At least for me, because I'm smoking instead of drinking.
I haven't relapsed, okay? Before you ask.
Mm.
Trust me.
Your man isn't Vidal.
You have to explain your idea in the castle, not the town square.
Do you know why the president is president?
Because he's been shitting daily at 3:00 in the afternoon, like clockwork,
in the same place, for five years.
Come on! What is this?
I'm serious.
The dean isn't president because he's constipated.
Therefore, your man is the president.
Well, María, you try, you know each other.
Mm-mm.
He much prefers students who are motivated.
You just have to use one word with him: prestige.
But that's no way to present strategies, by the bathroom door.
What-- Wouldn't it be better if we wrote a proposal?
You're not listening to me.
At three in the afternoon, you'll talk to him
in the quietest hallway in the department.
And remember:
prestige.
Oh, hi. How are you, Dr. Llorenç?
I'm Pol, I'm a first-year in philosophy.
Okay.
I've heard there's a new debate league.
Xavier Vidal is in charge of that. The dean.
-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hm. Talk to him.
I just wanted to suggest a new format.
Well, tell him about it, all right?
As a strategy.
It's a question of prestige.
Were you watching long?
I just got here.
I left to talk with Bolaño and I missed the tour you gave the others.
Right.
But if I'm a bother, I'll leave.
No. No, no, hold on, hold on, since you're here…
It's nice that you're interested in termites.
I suppose you don't just fumigate, do you?
No. Of course not.
So much work, right?
We'll clean, polish, varnish, we'll paint the polychromes again.
Shine, brilliance will cause a…
Oh!
Oh, look, there are pieces to smooth out aside.
This one is very fine. Feel it.
Give me your hand, feel it. Look, give it here.
That is how it was.
-Mm? -Mm.
And… compare it.
It's great.
Yeah.
This Saturday we're meeting up to study.
Why don't you come, and we'll have some beers?
If you feel like it.
I can't, on Saturday, I'm getting a dog.
Really?
I need to go to the rescue shelter to get him.
-Oh, okay. -Mm-hm.
Okay, I hope it goes well.
And you should come with me.
-Huh? -I said you should come with me.
No.
I-I, well, what do you mean?
That-that I come with you?
-You're serious? -Yeah.
Hey, if you don't want to, that's cool.
-They have great dogs here. -Yeah.
-Do they have greyhounds too? -Yeah.
I like them.
I had one a long time ago.
-What about you? Do you have a dog? -No.
No, no, no way.
Did your folks not like animals or something?
-Well, uh, it's an expense. -That's true.
Oh, hey! Look at him. What?
Hey, gorgeous, how are you?
I have to say he sleeps many hours, okay?
Does he? You like sleeping, okay? Great.
And don't spoil him giving him your food
or you'll not be able to get him off of you.
-Okay. Okay. -Mm?
I've emailed you his scanned health card
with all the vaccines up to date and so on.
-Perfect. Thank you. -Okay.
-What's his name? -Uh, he doesn't have one.
You'll have to choose a name.
Take care.
-Bye, thanks. -Bye, thank you.
-And send pictures. -Yes.
Yes, yes, thanks.
You heard her, pick a name.
No, no, no, man, that's all you.
Are you coming for a walk? Might as well.
Yeah.
I don't like it.
Well, I really love it.
But how are you going to live here?
It's falling to pieces. Besides, it's filthy.
Then we'll clean it, okay?
There's no balcony for a little urban vegetable garden.
Sure! Even worse.
From the window, you can see the greenery.
Look, kid, don't try to convince me we're in the middle of a national park.
Mom!
No, no, of course not.
The flat is badly designed, there's no heating,
the lift is narrow, almost outrageous.
No, no. We won't take it.
Especially, from an agency that sends us a man sucking a lollipop.
Mom, stop it.
Don't worry about her. She's just quit drinking.
Víctor!
-Arnau, the fuck? -Just a quick shower.
Leave me alone.
Leave me, come on.
I want a shower with myself.
Hey, Pol, how are things?
Etienne has agreed to let us study in his flat. You know that right?
Yeah, yeah, he told me.
You're going to freak out.
I'm not coming to study because I'm with Axel.
Yeah?
What happened?
Arnau, let me be, I'm talking.
-It's important. Shut up. -It's so strange.
He adopted a dog.
He asked me to come and, well, look, here I am.
God, are you serious right now?
At least we know he for sure likes guys.
I don't know, I don't know what to tell you.
I feel he wants to be my friend.
But okay, maybe nothing will happen.
Oh, come on, Pol, come on.
Yeah.
Um, we… Yes, yes, yes. We'll, we'll talk later.
-Okay. -Okay.
-Good luck. -All right then.
-Wanna walk him? -Oh…
No, no.
He should get used to you.
Oh, we can take turns. We have all afternoon, right?
Or do-do you have to study with your friends?
I know everything.
-Hello. -Good morning.
-Are you Alfonso Rubio Escobar? -Yes.
-What is this? -It is from the Tax Office.
-What do you mean? -Tax Office.
Sign here.
-Okay, sure, but what's the problem? -No idea.
Probably a summons.
You'll have to wait till Monday.
Who was it, Alfonso?
No one.
Well?
Are we going out or what, Glòria?
Man, where the hell did I put it?
The definition of virtue according to Aristotle.
-Mm. -Shit.
One manner of elective habit, which consists,
of a middle ground relating to oneself introduced by reason.
Yeah. Amazing.
-That sounds terrible. -Yeah, right.
Oh, it's so strange to be here without Minerva.
Oh, well…
Rai, I thought she was in love with you and that she'd come back for love.
-And Pol? Why isn't Pol here? -Mm.
He said he preferred to study on his own.
It's because I'm such a distraction.
I think you should tell him that he can come live with us
that way he pays Minerva's room.
And, Biel, don't we also have to break down
-each part of the definition of virtue? -Mm.
Habit: the repetition of a determined action over time.
Elective, which refers to when one does a moral act,
one should want to do it.
-Ooh! -Holy shit.
-You've been studying, man. -Yep.
Hey, Amy, how much did Minerva pay for her room?
Uh, 400.
Do you really want to come and live here?
Well, I mean, I probably sound like an opportunist right now,
but I've wanted to move out for a while.
-Do whatever you want. -Yeah. Do it.
Come, live with us. That's cool.
If someone goes away, they lose their place.
Sometimes you have to make decisions, Oti.
Philosophy doesn't teach you anything concrete.
You learn to think, I guess that's something.
About the world, about the nature of things,
about your own thoughts.
Most people in my class won't finish the degree.
They're not ready only the best of us will finish.
You talk as if you really have learned all there is.
Not really.
I see it's easy for philosophy students to be conceited.
I mean well. Don't get mad.
Yeah, of course, you meant nothing when you were calling me "conceited."
Look, someone said the same to me once
and at first I felt attacked, yes, but then…
Well, shit, they were right.
Mm.
Well, I suppose you could consider me cocky at times, yeah.
It's insecurity.
Look, I like you, okay?
Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come with me.
Right, Lucky?
Oh, Lucky rules. Lucky is so cool.
Man, they told you not to feed him your food.
No, but he's hungry. Look, look how much he likes it, mm?
My father.
Yeah.
What?
Of course I greeted the president, Dad. Yes.
Yes. Yeah, I say hello to him every day.
Hey, yes. Yeah.
Yeah. I'll come. Okay?
Okay. God.
The company used to be his.
And he knows I don't love the job as much as he did.
But…
I'll show him I can do it, I'll do a fucking great main hall
and then, I'll have plenty of offers.
Lucky, I believe that your master was just a bit conceited.
Well, I got the pizzas, but we'll have to reheat them.
What the fuck is this?
Laura found this whiskey bottle hidden way behind the washing machine.
Oh.Well, I didn't even remember.
Mom, don't lie to me!
I swear I didn't remember that I had another bottle hidden somewhere!
You're drinking again!
Are you stupid? What's the matter with you?
-Don't talk to her like that, Mrs. Bolaño! -You know what?
-Go, fuck yourself and your mother. -Okay, we should leave now.
Oh! Oh, you're leaving.
Yeah, sure, why don't you just go fuck yourselves!
Don't come asking me to rent you a damn apartment, okay?
I mean…
How old are you?
-I'm 42. -Oh.
Not much belly for your age.
Well, you're sagging everywhere, you know.
María.
Goodbye, Sílvia.
I'll let both of you carry on with the evaluations.
Why didn't you tell me anything? Are you okay?
-Xavi, wait inside, please. -Oh, that's nice.
Xavi, honey, wait inside.
I didn't say "honey"!
Will you at least admit that you're fucking him!
Will you lower your voice, Maria?
There's no way that woman can be discreet.
You shut up, please.
It was so easy, okay?
"María, I'm fucking the dean."
But, no. No fucking trust at all!
Well, it's very clear that you're not okay.
I'm perfectly fine.
It's you that has a problem with that dead weight in your home.
Have you checked if he has strings on his arms?
You're a fucking crazy, Maria. Crazy!
What? What strings?
The kind that moves puppets!
He's the puppet of the president, okay?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, you're so fucking annoying!
Pull his dick out of his gut, you might get an extra inch!
This is dumb, Oti.
Well, you have to make decisions in life.
We didn't have a crisis.
Besides, I get on really well with all your friends from Philosophy, right?
Come on, you won't lose your friends, dude.
And you won't lose me. There are plenty of exes who get on well.
We've been feeling strange.
You've been feeling strange.
Well, there's, there's affection between us.
You're important to me.
Wait, your parents know?
I don't ask for permission at home.
Today we had a shower together.
Well, I just hope he likes his new home.
Yeah. I bet he will.
Well, uh…
I guess we'll see each other at the university, Monday, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, of course.
I enjoyed this.
Yeah, me too.
-Well, good night. -Well, good night.
Axel.
Why'd you ask me to come with you today?
I mean, I assume that you have your own set of friends, right?
And, and you ask me to come for the dog without knowing me at all.
I don't know, it seems a little bit strange.
I was… I was just a bit nervous maybe.
I mean, it seemed like something would happen in the end,
but then, it didn't.
Because you don't like me or…
-You're saying you didn't see me nervous? -No.
Well, I can tell you I was.
Because I really like you.
And that's why I don't want the day to end with a quick fuck
like so many other dates I've had and end up being nothing.
I don't know, what-what do you think?
We'll take this slow then.
NUMBER: R-27 DESK: 8
Desk 33, please.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Okay.
I received this letter,
and I'm a bit confused about it, to be honest.
This is a summons, sir.
You put the rental of an apartment as a tax deductible expense.
-Yes. And I can't do that? -No, sir.
The tax agency does not allow it.
You'll have to pay what you owe us, plus a fine.
In total…
7,000 euros.
Oh, my God.
You know you can make the payment pro-rata, right?
-But, listen, that's impossible. -No, it isn't.
I just wanted to save a few pennies.
I thought it was allowed. A friend of mine said I could just…
No, we cannot separate the world's existence from our perception of it.
There's one problem.
If what we see is subjective
and it's considered an opinion, then it's worthless.
And then the truth becomes a lie.
Pol, you have to sign up for the debate league.
-We'll get a table, okay? -Come on.
Well then. How was it?
I think we'll meet again, for sure.
I don't know, it looks good so far.
And you and Arnau?
Yeah?
Well, it was about time, right?
-Whoa, that's just-- -Pol!
You still have to tell us where you were on Saturday night, right?
-Yeah? -I already told you.
I stayed at home, 'cause, otherwise, I can't concentrate.
Yeah. Bullshit, studying. That's just bullshit.
What?
Well, I spent the day with Axel.
You mean "main hall" Axel?
The carpenter!
Shit, hold on, what about Etienne?
My flatmate has a huge crush on you, right?
-Biel, have you already moved in or what? -Tonight.
Well, if I can't sleep because I'm nervous,
-I'll seek refuge in the arms of Etienne. -Yeah.
Overbooking.
Shit, Pol, is that your dad?
Mister Rubio.
And what in the world made you think you could trick the tax office, Dad?
I'm telling you I had no idea that it was fraud.
Fernando, from the bar, has an apartment--
Will Fernando from the bar pay you 7,000 euros?
I need to find work urgently, Pol.
Yeah, well, if only it were that easy.
Is Glòria doing well?
Well, she doesn't know, and she doesn't have to know.
No, no, listen to me, you have to tell Glòria, okay, Dad?
I will die of embarrassment.
I'll sort it out myself, but to do it, I really need to find a job.
You have contacts,
perhaps they need a valet at the parking lot.
Or ask the supermarket where you used to work.
I'll do whatever I can, whatever it is,
even scrubbing the floors.
Okay, I'll do what I can. Don't worry.
But listen, you have to talk to Glòria.
Believe me, it's best to talk about things.
Hey, Mom?
You just keep making bad decisions, don't you?
Let me do it.
-Is it true that you left Arnau? -Okay. So what if I left him?
-What do you mean, so what? -But, listen, Oti…
-Oti, can you hear yourself what you talk? -No. Wait.
Oti, Arnau is a nice kid, you're not gonna find another one like him.
-And Salvador still doesn't know. -Sònia doesn't dare to tell him.
That's what's bothering you the most, right?
How this could harm your deals with Arnau's father?
Do you have no respect? You're out of line.
Grow up for once, you child!
Your siblings are settled with jobs
and you're here, sponging off others, right?
It's over. I'm not paying anymore.
-Oriol. -Oh, shut up.
-I don't want to. -The apartment is in my name.
Say goodbye to this apartment.
I've also paid for this. Give it to me.
-Dad! -Let go.
-Dad, what are you doing? -Now!
Uh…
Think about it, sweetie.
Lluïsa!
Oh.
Eva, to the butcher's.
Eva, to the butcher's, please.
How are you? Efra.
How are you, dude?
How are you? It's been so long.
Yes. How are you?
-You good? -Good.
Yeah, just wondering.
Uh…
What? Don't tell me you want to return to this hole.
Oh, no, no, no.
No, no. Well, I actually, wanted to ask you if…
you need help.
It's for my father, okay? He's a bit desperate.
No, man, impossible.
In fact, there are fewer employees than before.
They've laid people off and so on. Loads.
-And Encarna? -All gone.
-Oh, no. -Yeah. The first one.
I know, it's heavy.
I called you a while ago. You didn't pick up.
-Me? -Yeah.
-Oh, I had no idea. Sorry. -Yeah.
It's my fault too, okay? I didn't insist that much, I mean…
Shall we get a beer when you're done here?
Yeah.
-Yeah? -Okay, sure.
-That's great. See you. -Bye, see you later.
So you're what, a brainiac?
Oh, yeah, sure.
I mean, at least a bit, right? Passing everything?
Yes, for now. I have an Ethics exam coming.
Wow. Philosophy.
-Mm. -You really made it.
I guess so.
And, well, I hope to finish and…
-Mm. -And be a professor one day and…
I don't know, I mean, baby steps.
You said you called me, right? What's going on?
I'm HIV-positive.
-You have… -I have HIV.
I've known for half a year, more or less.
-But are you okay? -Yeah. Yes.
I'm in treatment.
Maybe…
I'm thinking you should get tested.
Come on. Bring the cake!
Listen to me, Efra, but h-how long have you had it?
I swear that when we were together, I didn't know. I swear to God.
Come on, come on, the cake is here!
Time to sing! Come on!
Look, I don't know what to tell you,
'cause I always fuck with a condom, with everybody, so--
Not with me.
We never wore a condom.
But that would be really bad luck.
And I feel totally fine. I mean…
-I haven't felt sick for years. -I also felt just fine.
Pol, man, take a test, even just…
Even just to rule it out.
No, I'm fine, I have nothing.
-Happy birthday! -Yeah.
Blow the cake.
Pol.
Pol, man.
PHARMACY
-Hi there. -Hello.
Um, do you have the test in stock?
Sorry, which test?
Um… Uh, for HIV.
Oh, yes. Sure, the test, yes.
Uh, come with me.
Come.
Sit here.
All right.
-I need a finger prick. Mm? -Okay.
Let's see.
You'll feel a tiny pinch. Okay?
Okay.
Here.
Go on. Press it a bit for me and that's it.
Now we wait.
What?
Um…
It says it's reactive.
Reactive?
Positive?
Yes.
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
Um… I'm going to phone for the protocol and…
Don't, don't worry, okay? Um…
Um, I'm sorry, okay? This is my first time. I'm sorry.