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I'll never be cured?
There's no cure. But you can live with HIV.
-But some people die. -Listen to me…
No, I want you to tell me how long I'll last
-if I have those pills. -Can I talk?
You won't die of HIV if you take care of yourself.
Don't worry, you'll start treatment soon.
Why in the world do I have this disease inside me?
I always fuck with a condom, it was just three-three or four times,
and I-I don't even remember.
-It's my bad luck to get AIDS because… -You don't have AIDS.
I don't? What then?
-What then? -HIV.
You say HIV because it's fancier, but it's AIDS, let's not kid ourselves.
Don't talk like that.
I understand you're upset, okay?
That's why we're here. We inform you and we assist you.
You will develop AIDS
if you don't take the medication.
And how long do I have to take the medication for?
Every day.
Forever.
What should I do?
What now?
I tested negative.
-Oh, you already have the results? -Yes. I'm okay.
The clinic let me go first
because they saw how I looked after not getting any sleep last night.
That makes two of us.
You know, I could have caught it from you.
Lucky, we fucked with a condom.
-Etienne, I always use condoms, okay? -"Always?"
-What do you mean "always"? Shit. -Hey, man, and you're so perfect or what?
Etienne, fuck off.
Okay, fine.
How are you feeling?
Fine. I'm doing fine. I feel all right.
Please don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want anyone to know about this.
-Yeah, okay. -Okay.
Did they say when you start your medication?
Soon, I think. I don't know. They said that they'd call.
I don't know what the doctor said, honestly.
Don't you have an exam today?
I can't take an exam right now, man.
Pol, you have to go. It's important for you to be there.
Let's stop here.
Octavi is great, right?
His classes are interesting, and I'm so hooked
on his newspaper articles.
And I actually think he likes me.
This is a famous intersection in the Jewish quarter.
There are many Jewish vestiges,
but they are not easy to spot.
Anyone know any?
Well, I heard that there was a stone that is mounted
on the doorway somewhere, right?
Very good.
They did it to hang a parchment with verses.
We'll see some of them.
The Talmudic laws said the Jewish people cannot be subject to Mazel.
Does anyone know what Mazel is?
It translates to "a small drip from above."
That's it. A small drip from above. A drip we can't control.
So, not being subject to Mazel
means that we are free to change our destiny with our actions.
"Character is our destiny," said Heraclitus.
In contrast, let's remember the poems of the Goliard monks:
"O fortuna velut Luna, statu variabilis."
"Fortune is changeable, like the moon."
In this case, we're all subject to the fate of phenomena we can't control.
And my question is:
How do we react before the whims of fate, how do we face them?
With resignation.
That's one possibility.
And the other, we assume a pigeon might shit on us…
…and hold on to what really depends on us.
Well, even if things are not going well,
you can always learn something from adversity.
Very good, and here you have the big question:
Is it lucky to have bad luck?
I said no.
Yes, they need to be painted.
The medallions are well-preserved. I would not paint them.
-I recommend that you keep-- -No, stop with the recommendations.
Your dad said the medallions needed to be retouched.
Let me remind you that it was included in the quote you sent to the board.
I want the inscriptions to look shiny and new.
Especially the university's motto:
"Libertas…" uh…
-"Perfundet…" -"…perf…"
-"Libertas perfundet omnia…" -"Luce."
…luce." Mm.
"Libertas perfundet omnia luce," which means,
"Freedom fills everything with light."
Axel, when will you be finished here?
I finish when it's done.
He needs a short leash, but he's actually great.
I prefer role games.
-Really? -Mm-hm.
I've always liked building games. It's my favourite thing.
So, you're a guy who makes a good impression,
one you introduce to your parents.
Sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And next month, we'll get married, right?
Okay, okay, let me explain, all right?
I need a favour, Rai. Big favour.
-Today, I'm seeing my mom. -Mm-hm.
What's the favour?
Well, that's it, I…
I need you to pretend you're my boyfriend in front of my mother.
Tomorrow we'll talk about it, okay?
All right, bye-bye.
Hi there.
I've been thinking about ways of encouraging the students
to sign up for the debate league.
-Leave it alone. -What?
You can stop.
Just forget about it.
In the end, another student's running it.
But you asked me.
Kid, I've got nothing to do with it. It comes from above.
One of your fellow first years talked to the President,
and he was convinced, it seems.
Sorry, kid.
Oh, well, okay.
-I guess you don't want to know who it is. -Uh…
-I understand that.
All of this will be in the exam.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-I'm pretty sure this is from last year. -You have no idea.
Hey, man. Where were you?
Huh?
Yesterday, your dad showed up and you ran out without saying anything.
Oh. Yeah.
And I wanted to explain better about Minerva and Cosmo,
-because I think I didn't… -It's all good.
Minerva's not coming back and you don't care about your dog.
Seriously, dude?
That's your attitude?
-Sorry, I guess I'm really nervous now. -No, I can see that.
It's gonna be okay, it's the last exam.
Are you okay?
My dad, he got a huge fine from the Tax Office.
-No way. Oh, fuck. -He has to pay seven grand.
He tried to cheat with very dumb tricks,
and now, he's looking for a job like a kid.
-All because he's an idiot. -Shit.
Now, I'm a huge fan of Alfonso, man.
Why don't you shut up and buy three more dogs?
I've always felt a little sorry for these poor goldfish.
So… orange.
With no ambition.
Pol Rubio.
-What? -The rule breaker.
The debate league depends on the Dean's office,
but you went straight to the President.
You bypassed the dean, wrongly advised by a professor that…
Look, I shouldn't say this, but that woman is not okay.
And she spurred you on to insolently bypass me.
I didn't know about that.
No. No, no, of course not.
You also don't know that when the course began,
she stepped down from this activity.
But when she heard I was in charge, she then reconsidered.
And she played dirty.
You're a student of mine.
How long will you be here? Four years?
I don't know.
Those who break the rules
don't last more than two.
What? Are you not talking to me today?
-Will you apologise for last Saturday? -No. And you know why?
-Because I spoke my mind. -Then you're being quite rude, Maria.
If I'm seeing Vidal, it's my business, not yours.
Admit it, he likes your finger up his butt.
Great. Look who's here. The dick artist himself.
Why in the hell did you use me, María?
You don't give a shit about the debate league.
You wanted to fuck Vidal over and used me to do it.
Listen, kiddo, have you forgotten you wanted to steal your friend's project?
You said he had no skills.
"He's lame, I'm better."
Sure, I might've fucked them over, but you climbed the ladder.
You know what? That's a good topic for your debate.
What do you think is ethically worse, fucking or climbing?
I don't care. Fuck you and your damn debate.
-Hey. -Hey, Axel, how are you?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
How was the exam?
I hope I didn't screw you up, distracting you on Saturday afternoon.
No, no, no. It's fine.
I saw your friend, Oti, and she said the exam went great for her.
Also, she said you guys are getting beers afterwards.
-You'll be there, right? -I guess.
Okay, so let's meet up before and go together.
No, we can just meet there, all right? I mean…
Is everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
Pol! Pol, Pol.
Hey.
-What? -How was the exam?
Awful.
Well, I did great.
Do you know I'm learning a lot at university?
-Biel, I can't now. -No, don't worry.
I can tell you in five seconds.
I learned I'm an idiot,
that I talk too much, and that you're no longer my friend.
Come on, don't do this.
You pretend you don't care about the debate league
and then you steal it from me?
I just talked to Bolaño and I've given it up.
I had it for a day. Okay? So you can keep it, you can do it.
I don't feel like doing anything at all.
Oh, no, no, no. Of course you'll do it.
And you know what? I hope you struggle.
You don't understand. Everything is three times harder for me.
Love, studies, everything.
Unlike you, I wasn't born lucky.
-Pol. -Hey there.
What are you doing here? Extra hours or what?
No, I came to tell you that I'm quitting my job.
What? You're quitting? Why?
Well, for once, I have to focus on my degree.
-I have a lot of exams coming up. -Well, fuck. I don't treat you that bad.
No, of course not. I didn't say that. It's hard to balance work with school.
Shit. You're leaving me high and dry here.
You have to come in this week, at least until I find someone.
No, no, no. It's impossible, I can't come in.
But I do know someone.
He could come in right away.
Who? Friend of yours?
-No. It's-It's my dad. -Shit, come on.
What?
He could do the job I do perfectly well.
-He's worked every day of his life. -No, no way.
In my business, I just wanna hire young people.
Young like you?
Okay, get out.
You should pay me what you owe me first, right?
Fuck that, you're leaving with no notice and you want me to give you money?
No, I want you to pay me for the hours I've worked.
You're an idiot. Let's get this clear.
No to your dad, and no to the dough.
In my parking lot, I don't hire old people.
Do I really have to wear this scarf?
Yes, man, you're so posh. You don't look like a hippie right now.
Luckily my mom won't see me. I think she'd faint.
-Here, but hold it as if it were a joint. -Mm.
Oh, don't sit up so straight.
And stop looking like someone from uptown, come on.
-Yeah, like this, right? Kind of, hm? -Yes.
Hey, look…
take this mat and twirl it in your hand.
Okay, I don't have to talk to her at all, right?
-Just shut up and let me do my thing. -Like this?
Yes. Oh, my mom is coming.
Oti. Oti!
-Who's this guy? -Mom, I have a life.
You left Arnau to be with this junkie, is that right?
Mom, stop. He's not a junkie at all.
His dad is a psychiatrist, okay?
We're fine, I think he's a good guy.
I'll live with him. He has plenty of room.
What are you thinking?
What do you mean you'll live with him? You can't. Where?
He has a place he shares with some of his friends.
Is it a squat house?
Well, it's been occupied for many years, but fuck the bankers, mom.
It's like a cultural centre, like that,
and they do activities and revitalise the neighbourhood.
Are you out of your mind? I won't allow it.
You're not living with squatters full of lice.
Well, mom, what should I do then?
Dad kicked me out of my apartment, I can't sleep on the streets.
-And this house, well, it has showers. -Enough.
Don't worry. You can stay in your place.
I'll take care of your father.
But you have to stop seeing this degenerate pot smoker.
Is that clear?
Hm?
Hey, Octavi. How was the walk?
Fine. Only highly motivated students came.
Well, that's great. Better for you.
This is water.
-I didn't say anything. -Mm.
And also taking pills.
María, I don't want any trouble between you and Sílvia.
I'm quiet, I write my articles, I correct my exams, and I leave.
I don't bother anyone.
Where the fuck are you going?
Where do you think I'm going?
Hello, Sílvia.
Hello.
All of this, really, it's very sad for me.
For me as well.
You leaving like this…
taking things that are not yours.
That's mine.
You are so crazy.
Yeah, sure, but you borrowed it from me.
You're completely crazy.
Well, you don't know what crazy is.
Look, my pen from Marcelino Cold Cuts.
If you want one like this…
…fuck the man at the deli counter yourself.
-Hey. -Hi, Pol.
I'd never seen Etienne like that before.
He looked crazy.
What happened?
I mean, in order to be a delivery man, you don't need much experience, right?
No, I-I don't have a van,
but if you need me to, I can rent one and I'll pay for it with what I earn.
Hello?
Stupid motherfucker.
Ay-ay-ay.
Hi, Alfonso.
Hello, Rai. Pol is not here, I'm sorry.
-I-I'll tell him you came. -Can I come in?
Well, of course.
But I'm telling you
Pol is at the university.
-Didn't you see him there? -So, can you give me a drink?
What? I-I don't get it.
How about this, if you give me a beer, I'll toast to your salvation.
Isn't the Tax Office after you?
Pol told me.
And I have a job for you.
Because let's not fool ourselves,
the difference between an alcoholic who's in prison
for drunk driving and me…
is just that I wasn't caught.
Yes, even if it sounds strange, deep down, I can say I was lucky.
I drove my car every day, unable to see anything.
I'd crash into every single curb.
-I don't know how I made it to work. -How long have you been sober for?
For three years today.
I truly envy you, girl.
For me, it's what? Two months and three weeks.
And how do you feel, María?
Well…
we come here to tell the truth, right?
Otherwise, what would be the point of coming to sit in a circle
to celebrate the sobriety of the world?
I won't lie to you,
it would be such a relief if I could drink four whiskies.
Yeah.
Luckily, I have my family's support.
-That's good. -Yeah.
The other day, my daughter had a Spanish omelette waiting for me at home.
And at work, they're helping me, too.
I'm very lucky, to be honest.
Chess?
Yeah, honey, I-I feel like taking, uh, a course.
Maybe I'll learn the Scholar's mate.
I didn't know, but here in the community centre,
they have lots of things.
And I spend too much time at home.
Oh, Pol.
Hm, he doesn't say hi or anything? Hm.
Thank you for helping me, son.
Rai is quite strange, but, hey, at least I'll get out of the hole.
What do you mean?
Your friend, he just came over to offer me a job.
The Mexican left to go home for a while, and Rai's offered the job to me.
Fucking hell, I told him about the fine, but not about…
Hey, calm down. Just tell me, can Rai be trusted or not?
Is he actually gonna pay me?
Hey, wait, where are you going?
Don't you dare mess this up now.
Thanks to Rai, I'll keep living in this apartment.
Mm, yeah.
Don't tell me you're paying for it?
-Come on, no. -No, dude, no.
He pretended to be my hippie boyfriend in front of my mom.
If she looked at me, she'd know I'm not a squatter.
Not with this face.
Well, she bought it. My mom's an idiot.
Girl, don't say that about your mom.
Oh, that must be Pol.
I don't think so.
Etienne left him.
Shit, you're serious?
-Mm. -Hi.
What's your problem? You want to save my dad?
I'm so sick of you laughing at poor people!
It's not like I gave your dad money.
Calm down, man. I just gave him a job, that's all.
-It's not a big deal. -To do what? Draw your fucking bath?
-Pol. -Hey, shut up.
Will you make him mow your fucking lawn and clean up all your shit?
I sure hope you're pay gonna pay him well,
or you're gonna remember me for the rest of your whole fucking life, boy.
Oh, nice. You're here. Shall we go up or just hang out together?
-No, I'm leaving. -Hey.
-Let me through. Let me through. Shit. -What's up?
-Can you calm down? -It's impossible for me to calm down.
Easy, let's go wherever you want, and let's talk…
What are you, an expert in life?
Why, because you're older and more mature than me?
-I won't waste a single second with you. -Hey. Hey!
You're an asshole.
-Do you treat everybody like that? -Let me go.
What, you'll go from being nice to behaving like an asshole, is that right?
Don't leave me, Axel. Please don't.
What happened?
My life would have been better if I was a drug dealer, you know?
Pol?
-Hey, what are you doing? -I'll go, I-I know him.
Stop. Don't do this to me, please.
Pol, goddamn it.
You can't do this to me. Don't do this.
Man, I can't go back, okay? I can't change it.
The exact same thing happened to me.
Don't…
Pol.
It's about time. I've been waiting for half an hour.
-I apologise. -Go on, come in.
This is the package. It's very heavy.
Where do you have the truck parked?
Ma'am, I came by subway and the bus.
So how are you gonna take this to the auction house?
But Rai, h-he didn't really say anything to me about a truck.
Rai? Sorry, who the hell are you?
Alfonso Rubio Escobar.
It was Rai who told me to come here about the open position left by the Mexican.
You've got be kidding me.
Don't tell me you don't know anything.
Well, your son said to speak to you so we could work out the contract.
The contract?
Oh, so, you're gonna pay me under the table?
How can I trust you?
Let me get this straight.
At your age, you think you can take care
of seven bedrooms, three rooms, and a garden?
It's not that easy.
The person who did, he was 30 and was full of energy.
I won't let you down. Don't worry, ma'am.
Well, this is going to be your first task.
Tomorrow, remind me to kill my son.
-Hi, Amy. -Hi, Arnau.
Um, what are you doing here?
Nothing, Oti and I broke up.
-So? -Well, she knows I have no place
to go right now and told me that the frog moved out.
-Uh… -Wow. It's really big.
So great.
-I'm staying. -Arnau?
What's up, Biel? This is madhouse, right? Everyone leaves.
Let's see how long we can resist, huh?
R-Resist?
Mm-hm, if you agree, I'm keeping the frog's room.
-Didn't Oti say anything to you? -No.
No, but I don't want anything to do with your problems, okay?
-No, me neither. -Don't worry.
-I'll call Oti, okay? -Mm-hm.
Oh, my God, a man around the house.
You mean two, right?
-I'm also a man. -Mm, right.
Wha-- I…
Did you start that today?
Hm, it's good for me to keep my hands busy, so I don't strangle you.
Oh, mom, you exaggerator.
Henry leaves and you send me a weak, sickly old man?
Shit, this is new.
Buy yourself another one. Or send that old man to buy you one.
What do you want, a 20-year-old man instead?
-You're an idiot. -All right.
He's Pol's father, we can trust him, mom.
What bothers me is that you didn't tell me.
Because I-I have this childish thing about surprises.
Yeah.
Cosmo's death didn't affect me at all.
Technically, it's not mandatory to love dogs.
Or even people.
You feel what you feel, Rai.
You know that better than I do.
Mm.
When is Minerva coming back?
Yes.
Hey, don't yell at me, okay?
Even if you are my sponsor.
No, I said that I opened a bottle of whiskey, okay?
And I sniffed it.
Well, what's wrong?
Is it forbidden to smell whiskey in Alcoholics Anonymous?
Okay, I'll take another tranquiliser. Jesus.
If the psychiatrist won't up the dose, I will, fuck it.
That's it. Okay, thank you.
Shit.
Are you going to tell me which cult you've joined?
I'm curious, was the dick you drew on the exam a self-portrait?
Mm.
Look, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you,
but it clearly has nothing to do with my intention to piss off the dean.
I didn't drink.
-You believe me? -Sure.
Hm.
I quit alcohol.
I still have the "-ism" suffix.
I'm still sick.
All day, I felt like I was completely wasted.
I don't even know why I'm here.
To negotiate the debate league.
I really don't feel like debating.
The ten commandments of philosophy can be summed up in one:
Don't be boring.
But what do we philosophers do?
Bore you.
The debate league is boring.
We need to propose a motivating debate.
The Symposium.
We could recreate Plato's Symposium.
Do you like that, man with no words?
Do me a favour.
Drink for me.
How does it feel?
Somewhat calming.
Pol!
Hey, did Rai say anything to you?
-You're gonna get paid. -Good!
That's the mansion of the weirdos.
Hey, what's with the long face?
I'm tired today.
Well, we have a visitor.
Right now? Come on.
Glòria invited an ex teacher.
Who's that?
The one who taught literature.
Come on.
Do you remember the stuffing for the…
-The cannelloni. -The Cannelloni.
Oh, yeah.
-Hello. -Well, Pol Rubio.
-Here. -Oh.
-How are you? -Fine.
-Haven't changed much, right? -No, no.
-You look the same. -Are you staying for supper?
Yes, yes. It's so nice to have you here.
-Yes. -Can you put those there?
-I like to see Glòria every now and then. -Yeah.
Listen, I was watching that tourist apartment…
-Right here? -That's good.
Crazy, right?
Yes, yes. Luckily we sleep on the other side.
How are you, Millán?
Well, I feel fine today.
It's been a good few days, I think.
Sometimes, I get distracted and other people need to tell me.
But there are some things I can remember perfectly.
Like the sentence I wrote on the blackboard the first day.
-Show no mercy. -Uh-huh.
Every time I had new students, I started my class like that:
"Show no mercy."
Which is an imperative, hm?
Now, how do we change it to save lives?
Only with a comma.
No, comma, show mercy.
You look sad, hm?
Yesterday, I got tested for HIV, and I tested positive.
I'm terrified.
I don't dare talk about it with anyone.
Millán, please don't tell them. No one, please.
Don't worry.
Maybe tomorrow, I won't even remember.
So, what did the doctor say?
He said that everything's fine, I should calm down.
And-and that I'm gonna have to take a bunch of pills for the rest of my life.
Then take them.
Look, if I didn't take my pills every day,
I wouldn't remember all the times I fucked.
The year 1989, in Berlin,
a stunning 30-year-old blonde bombshell.
I mean, I couldn't believe it, hm?
Twelve hours, locked in a hotel room with her,
banging and banging, hm?
And her husband was going crazy, looking for us all around the hotel.
Following night, the wall came down.
Mm.
We have to take care of ourselves, Pol Rubio.
I'm really happy to see you, Millán.