NETFLIX PRESENTS
Nazis.
In the Dining Hall.
A sign of insanity.
Either you're with us or we'll kill you.
Get it? This photo is important so that it doesn't happen again.
Sorry, but it already has.
Rwanda, Serbia, in Chile, in Argentina…
Without the swastika, but it's happened.
Weren't we just "fuckbuddies"?
Okay.
But I like being more. -We don't need to get married.
No, no, of course not.
First, I have to meet your father.
Guys, they've said there's woodworm in the hall.
That's why they're fixing it.
The exhibition is cool, right?
Did you see the Nazi photos?
Yes, yes. Incredible.
Real Nazis, or rather, ones from Schindler's List.
Yeah, yeah. Heavy shit.
Shit! Look at the rector.
A modest exhibition, showing how the Dining Hall
looked History, with a capital "H", in the eyes.
And now you'll meet the man in charge of the restoration.
A bit pretentious. "History with a capital 'H'."
Hey, let's sneak in!
Of course not. -Come on, Oti!
What? -They could expel us.
Fine, okay. -As much as I'd like to.
Let's have a calm breakfast. -A bit of coffee…
Sounds good. -Or some beer.
To start off stronger. -What are you saying?
Hey, wait a minute, I was thinking.
Let's do ethics this weekend. -Okay.
We could meet Minerva, she's back from Buenos Aires.
Yes. Exciting.
Oh, dear. No, no, I didn't tell you guys.
I had two important things.
The first one: she's staying in Argentina.
No… -Come on!
What? -Yes, her grandma is very ill and…
is about to bite the dust.
Whoa, mate. "Bite the dust." Rai, can't you say it differently?
Yeah, mate. Be sensitive.
But it's the harsh reality.
She's dying and Minerva wants to be with her. There.
Fuck. -I can't believe she's not coming.
Crazy. -It was a hard decision for her.
No surprise, she was happy here.
What else did you have to say?
Because… -Yes.
Well, it's just… Cosmo died.
Fuck. -Shit, poor guy.
15 days ago. It's okay, he was very old.
It's okay? He was your dog.
It's not like we were best friends.
He doesn't give a shit about his dog
or that Minerva's not coming. -Jerk!
I wish she'd return. -Me too.
I wanted her to help with the Debate League.
Shit, the Debate League.
What Debate League?
Vidal suggested I bring back the Debate League
at the end of the year and…
I'm going to organise it.
Shit. Wow. -Cool, isn't it?
But you'll have to do it really well.
We can help!
No, you'll do it fucking great, it's just a massive job.
Well, then I'll start now. I want to do it.
Good.
Congrats. -Thanks a lot.
Hey, María.
What about this Debate League?
A boring meeting between four grey widows.
Seriously, is it worth it or not?
Are they really doing it? -Yes.
I don't get why Biel Roca is in charge.
I like him a lot, but I don't think he'll be good.
Ah, and you would be.
Better than him, surely.
Look, I'm not going to do it alone.
But why not do it together?
Don't get me involved. I've got enough on with classes,
I don't need to put together twilight debates.
Good. I'll talk about it with the dean.
That will help you a lot! -Sure, he's organising it.
Listen up, it looks like they've fixed the projector.
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 has.
Yes? Oh! Come in.
This is my date.
His name is… -Axel.
Yes, Axel.
He's restoring the Dining Hall and he wants to avoid it
by enjoying my classes.
Okay, let's go on.
Carl Sagan once said:
"Somewhere,
something incredible is waiting
to be discovered."
A PALE BLUE DOT
This photo was taken over 30 years ago.
It's a picture of the galaxy taken from the Voyager spacecraft.
This pale blue dot here…
is Earth.
In Sagan's words,
our home is a tiny spot
in the middle of cosmic darkness.
Keeping in mind that we're so small,
is it worth us killing one another?
Is it necessary to search for power or fame?
Eric.
They say that astronomy moulds humility.
For Sagan, this image highlights
our responsibility
to treat each other better.
My question is a bit different:
what's the point in doing good?
It's thought that
doing good is necessary to live together.
Yes, but then there's people who go against
society, taking advantage of those who do good.
I have an issue with the concept of "doing good."
I don't know…
It's sort of like:
"Look how good I am, I'm the savior, I do good."
Isn't that right?
Doing good isn't being a good person?
Perhaps there aren't good or bad people,
but rather there are good
and bad actions.
Doing good isn't as important as curing the bad,
or eliminating the bad with good acts.
So, we agree.
We live on a tiny stage which floats in the cosmos,
but it's the only place,
that we know, where the ambivalence
between good and bad has been established.
Okay, listen.
I need a point of view
that doesn't ooze anxiety over the next ethics exam.
Any opinion on good and bad?
Well, bad has always been done in the name of good.
Great line!
Yes.
Hitler killed millions of Jews in the name of good,
the Aryan race. And it went to shit, right?
In the name of good, everything matters.
Later, looking at the photo of Earth,
you stop to think
and it all comes to just one question:
what are we doing in this life without meaning?
Mate, that's the big question. Right?
So?
By saying that, you're living in pessimism.
Reality is pessimistic.
Another great line.
This is how philosophy started.
People looked at reality and asked themselves:
"What is this agonising joke that is life?"
I think to be confused by life,
you don't need that photo of the universe.
Just look at your hand. Sometimes, I do that.
I do, I look at my hand and…
I think: "Why is it like this?
How can there be
millions of hands in the universe that look the same,
but each one is unique?"
Does the machine work?
I asked them to fix the filter.
I work to improve the department,
not the little details that go into it.
Yes, I understand you've revived the Debate League.
It was my idea,
as long as Doctor Llorenç approved, of course.
The most proactive rector ever.
He's enthusiastic, you know? Because he trusts me.
He knows I improve the university's prestige.
What nonsense.
Call him by his name, please.
What? Do you love him?
That's enough.
I'm fed up of you suggesting we're together.
Okay, okay, I'll shut up.
Are you okay, María? -Yes.
Really? -Yes. Yes!
Keep it down, please.
Every day, you ask me if I'm okay, implying:
"Have you relapsed?" Well, no.
Stay calm, I haven't relapsed.
But I sure want to.
Okay, if you want to relapse,
call me and we'll meet, okay?
Hold on, relapse into what?
Because maybe I'm relapsing in existentialism.
The same shit, if they at least did…
Totally. -Do you have Bolaño's class?
Yes.
Wow!
-That's crazy!
Have you seen it?
Hello? Yes. -How strange.
What's that?
Wow.
Are you doing it in sections?
No. Just the front end.
But… what are you restoring? The wood?
Yes.
Also colored plaster, alabaster…
Wow.
It's quite a job, really.
If my dad heard me… I learnt from him. He's the expert.
Can we go up?
Oti, don't put him in an awkward position.
Yes. -Really?
Yes, go on. Over there.
So cool!
Arnau, don't you have maths?
If I'm bothering… -Don't worry, go.
Where's the other boy who was with you?
Oh, Pol. He's talking to a teacher.
I think it'll be therapeutic for us to do this project.
At least for me, I'm smoking instead of drinking.
I haven't relapsed.
Before you ask.
Trust me. Your man isn't Vidal.
You have to explain your idea from a tower, not a square.
Know why the rector is the rector?
Because he's shit daily at three in the afternoon, like clockwork,
in the same place for five years.
Come on!
I'm not laughing.
The dean isn't a rector yet because he's constipated.
So, your man is the rector.
But, María, you already know each other.
He loves motivated students.
You just have to use one word:
"prestige."
That's no way to present strategies,
by the toilet door.
Wouldn't a proposal be better?
Stop that nonsense.
At three in the afternoon, talk to him
in the quietest corridor in the department.
And remember: "prestige."
Hello. How are you, Doctor Llorenç?
I'm Pol, I'm majoring in philosophy.
Good. What do you want?
I've heard there's a Debate League.
That's Xavier Vidal's idea, the dean.
Really? -Talk to him.
I just want to suggest a new format.
Tell him about it.
I need…
It's a question of prestige.
Have you been there long?
I just got here.
I had to leave
and I missed the tour you gave them…
Right. -But if I'm a bother, I'll leave.
No, wait. Since you're here…
If you like termites…
You won't just fumigate them, right?
Of course not.
What a job, right?
Clean, polish, glaze, repaint the polychrome…
Shiny and bright, they'll listen.
Oh!
There are pieces to smooth out, too.
This one is very fine. Touch it.
Go on, give me your hand.
That's how it was.
And now…
Amazing.
Yes.
We're studying this Saturday.
I'll skip it and we can get a drink.
If it suits you.
Impossible. On Saturday, I'm getting a dog.
Oh.
I've adopted a dog and I'm going to get it.
Oh, good.
That's nice.
Want to come with me?
What? -You could come with me.
No. No, because… If I went…
Seriously? -Yes.
You don't have to.
Hey!
Are there greyhounds too?
Yes.
I like them.
I had one ages ago.
Have you ever had a dog?
No. No, no way.
Do your parents not like animals?
Well, it's an expense. -Right.
Hey! Look at him! How are you?
Hey handsome, how are you?
Hmm?
I have to say he sleeps a lot.
Really? Do you like to sleep? Good.
Don't give him your food
or else you won't be able to stop him.
Okay.
I've sent you an email with the scanned health card,
with the vaccines and everything. -Perfect, thank you.
What's he called?
He doesn't have a name. You'll have to choose.
Bye. -Bye. Thank you.
Send photos! -Yes.
Yes, thank you. -You're welcome.
You heard her. Think of a name.
No, mate, he's yours.
Want to walk him? Might as well…
Yes.
I don't like it.
Well, I love it.
How are you going to live here? It's falling to pieces.
Besides, it's filthy.
Then we'll clean it.
There's no balcony for a little garden.
It could be worse.
You can see green space outside.
Look, kids, don't pretend
we're in the Peaks of Europe.
Mom!
Of course not.
The flat is badly designed, there's no heating…
The lift is narrow, almost outrageous.
No, we won't take it.
Especially from an agent that is sucking on a lollipop.
Mom, stop!
It's the nerves.
She's quit drinking.
Victor!
Arnau, what do you want? -A quick shower.
Go, leave me alone.
Go away!
I want to shower.
Hey, Pol. What's up?
In the end, Ettiene has left us the flat to study.
Yeah, he already told me.
You'll love it.
I can't come since I'm with Axel.
What?!
What happened?
Arnau… Stop, I'm talking.
It's important, go away. -It's very strange.
We've gone to adopt a dog.
He suggested it and… Well, here I am.
That's crazy! Seriously?
At least we know he likes guys.
I don't know what to tell you.
He seems like a friend.
But nothing has to happen, I don't know.
Come on! Of course not!
If…
I'll tell you later. -Okay.
Okay, see you later. -Fine. Bye.
Do you want him?
No, no, he should get used to you.
We can take turns. We have all day.
Or did you have study?
I already know it.
Hey. -Hello.
Are you Alfonso Rubio Escobar?
Yes, what is that? -It came from the Tax Office.
The what? -Revenue. It needs a signature.
What's the problem?
No idea. Probably a summons.
You'll have to wait until Monday.
Who was it, Alfonso?
No one.
So, are we going out, or what?
Hang on. Where is it?
Virtue according to Aristotle…
Fuck. -One manner of elective habit
which consists of a middle ground
relating to oneself introduced by reason.
Yes. You're crazy. -Cool.
It sounds horrible.
Yeah, it does. -Well, look…
It's strange being here without Minerva.
Yeah…
Rai, I thought she was in love with you, so she'd come back.
And why hasn't Pol come?
He told me he'd prefer to study alone.
I think I distract him.
Well, tell Pol that he should come live here
so he can pay Minerva's part.
Don't we also have to define each part of the virtue definition?
Habit: repetition of a determined action over time.
Elective: refers to when one does a moral act,
he should want to do it.
Wow… -Jesus, you went all the way, mate.
Yes. How much did Minerva pay for the room?
Four hundred.
Do you really want to come live here?
Well, I'd seem opportunistic, but…
I want to move out.
Do what you want, you're grown up. -Of course.
If you don't, you'll miss out. -Sometimes you must decide.
Philosophy teaches nothing in particular.
You learn to think, which is a lot.
About the world, the way things are, thinking itself…
The majority of my class won't finish the course.
They aren't ready. Us four will.
You talk like you've already learnt everything.
No, no…
Philosophy students can become conceited.
I mean well.
Hey, don't get mad, mate. -Yeah, you mean well
calling me "pretentious."
Look, once they said the same to me
and at first, I felt attacked, but later I thought…
"Fuck, it was true."
Maybe it even influences how cool you are.
It's insecurity.
Mate, we're friends.
Or I wouldn't have invited you.
Right, Lucky?
Oh, Lucky is cool. Really cool.
They told you not to do that.
He's hungry. Look how much he likes it.
My father.
Yes.
What?
Of course I greeted the rector, Dad. Yes.
I say hello every day.
Yes. Yes. Yes, I'm coming. Okay?
Okay. Bye.
The company was his.
He knows I don't love the job as much as he does.
But…
He'll see I can do it, the Dining Hall will be great
and offers will come flooding in.
Lucky, your owner just spoke a bit arrogantly.
Okay, I've got the pizzas.
They'll need reheating.
What the hell is this?
Laura found this bottle hidden behind the washing machine.
Oh. I didn't even remember.
That's a lie!
I swear I didn't remember
that I had hidden that bottle, Jesus!
You've started drinking again!
Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?
A bit of respect, Mrs Bolaño!
I don't fucking care.
It's best if we leave.
Oh!
Very good.
Fine, go get some fresh air!
I mean…
Later, you'll ask me to rent you a flat.
How old are you?
Forty-two. -Oh.
Not much belly for your age.
And you're all sag.
María!
Goodbye, Silvia.
I'll leave you to carry on with the exams.
Why didn't you tell me anything?
Are you okay? Xavi, wait inside.
How cute.
"Xavi, darling, wait inside." -I didn't say "darling."
At least admit that you're fucking him!
Will you lower your voice?
She can't be discrete!
Shut up, will you?
That was easy, right?
"María, I'm screwing the dean."
But no! No trust!
Clearly, you're not okay.
I'm perfectly fine.
It's you who has a problem with that man in your home.
Does he have strings in his arms?
You're nuts! Crazy!
Why strings?
The kind that move puppets!
He's the rector's puppet!
Oh my God. You're in awful shape!
I'm sure he has a wooden dick!
I'm crazy for you.
You have to make decisions in life.
We had no problems.
And I got on well with your philosophy friends.
Well, you won't lose friends.
Or me either.
Lots of exes get on well.
We had some strange times.
No, you're strange.
Wait. There's love. You're important to me.
Do your parents know?
I never ask them permission.
We showered together just today.
I hope he likes his new home.
I'm sure he will.
Well…
I'll see you at uni on Monday, right?
Yes.
Of course.
I enjoyed today.
Me too.
Bye.
Axel.
Why did you want to be with me?
I mean…
Well, you must already have friends, right?
And you ask me to come for the dog, without knowing me…
I guess it's a bit strange. I was nervous.
It all seemed like something would happen
but in the end, it won't.
Because you don't like me, right?
Didn't you notice how nervous I was?
No. -Well, I was.
Because I like you a lot.
I don't want to end the day with easy sex
like other romances I've had which led nowhere.
I don't know, what do you think?
Let's get acquainted.
Good morning. -Good morning.
Okay…
I received this envelope…
and I'm a bit confused, really.
It's a summons.
You put the rent of your flat as a deductible expense.
Yes. Can't I do that?
No.
The Tax Agency doesn't allow it.
You'll have to pay what you owe to the Tax Office, plus a fine.
In total…
around 7,000 euros.
Oh my God!
You know you can prorate the payment, right?
But that's impossible.
No. That's how it is.
I just wanted to save a few pennies.
I thought it was allowed. A friend told me…
No, we cannot separate the world's existence
from our perception. -One problem:
if what we see is subjective and an opinion,
then it's worthless and truth becomes a lie.
You should sign up for the Debate League.
We've got a table, okay? -Come on.
So, how was it?
We're going to meet again. Things look good.
And you and Arnau?
Already? -Mate, it's about time, isn't it?
I don't know… -Pol!
You have to tell us where you were on Saturday!
I already told you I have to study at home or I can't concentrate.
Yeah, study.
Bullshit.
What?
I was with Axel.
From the Dining Hall? -The carpenter!
Shit, wait, but what about Ettiene?
My flatmate has a huge crush on you.
Have you already moved in? -Tonight.
But if anxiety doesn't let me sleep,
I'll run to Ettiene's arms.
Yes. -Overbooking, overbooking.
Shit, Pol, isn't that your dad?
Mr. Rubio.
You really thought 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 in Salou…
Will Fernando from the bar pay you 7,000 euros?
I need a job urgently, Pol.
Yeah, if only it were that easy.
Does Gloria know?
She doesn't have to. Why do you think I'm here?
No, but you have to tell Gloria, Dad.
I'll die of embarrassment.
I'll sort it out myself, but I need a job.
You have contacts,
perhaps they need a valet at the parking lot.
Or ask the supermarket where you worked.
I'll do whatever I can, whatever it is,
even scrubbing floors.
I'll do what I can, don't worry.
But listen, you have to talk to Gloria.
Believe me, it's best to be open.
Mom?
You've never made good decisions.
Let me talk to her.
Is it true you've left Arnau?
So what if I've left him?
"So what"? -Listen, Oti…
Sweetie, what are you saying? -Wait, let me…
Oti, Arnau's a good boy, you won't find someone like him.
Salvador doesn't even know. -Sonia wouldn't dare say.
That's your problem, right, Dad?
How this could harm your deals with Arnau's dad.
You have no respect. You're out of line!
Grow up for once, dammit!
Your siblings are settled with jobs and you're here,
sponging off others.
It's over. I'm not paying!
Oriol… -Be quiet.
No! -The flat is in my name.
Kiss the flat goodbye.
And I also paid for this.
Let go! -Dad!
Dad, what are you doing?
Let's go!
Think about it, Oti… -Lluisa!
"Eva, to the butcher's. Eva to the butcher's, please."
Efra. What's up? -Holy shit.
How are you? -What's up, mate?
How are you? -It's been so long.
Yes, how are you?
Good. -Good?
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
You don't want to return to this hole.
No, no. No, no.
Well, I wanted to ask you if…
if you need someone.
It's for my father,
he's desperate. -Right.
No, mate, impossible.
There are fewer employees than before.
They've laid people off.
Loads. -And Encarna?
Gone. -Really?
Yes, the first one.
Yeah, it's really bad.
I called a while ago. You didn't pick up.
Me? -Yes.
Oh… I didn't know. -Right.
It's my fault too,
I didn't persist, or… -Yeah, well…
Let's get a beer after?
Yes.
Yes? -Yes, yes, go on.
I'll see you. -Okay. See you later, mate.
So, you're a nerd. -Yeah, exactly.
At least a bit. Are you passing everything?
Yes, for now. I have an ethics exam tomorrow.
Wow. Philosophy.
You did it. -Yes.
I hope to finish and…
be a professor one day and…
One step at a time.
You said you called me, right? When?
I'm HIV-positive.
You have…
I have HIV.
I've known for…
half a year, more or less.
Are you okay?
Yes. Yes.
I'm in treatment.
Maybe…
you should get tested.
Look, Efra,
how long have you had it?
When we were together, I didn't know. I swear.
Run, run, here comes the cake!
I don't know, I always use a condom
with everyone. -Not with me.
Not once.
Happy birthday to you.
It would just be bad luck.
Besides, I feel fine.
I haven't noticed anything or… -I felt fine too.
You need to take the test, even just…
even just to rule it out.
He's getting older…
I'm fine, I'm clean.
Pol…
Pol, mate.
Hello. -Hello.
Do you offer the test here?
The test…?
Right, the one for HIV.
Oh, yes, the test. Come with me.
Sit down.
Okay…
I'll stick your finger.
Okay.
Let's see.
You'll feel a pinch, okay?
And I'll close…
There…
Here, press it a bit.
And… That's it. Now we wait.
What?
It…
It's come up reactive.
Reactive… positive?
Yes.
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
I'm… I'm going to phone
for the protocol and…
Don't worry, okay?
I'm sorry, it's my first time. I'm sorry.