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Congratulations.
Oh! Why?
You really adhered to treatment.
You know I have, Andreu.
Like clockwork, I take my pills every morning at the same time.
The viral load is lower, it's almost undetectable. Here.
This is for two months more.
Stay healthy, you're on the right path.
An endless path.
Aren't you happy?
No.
What you said is nice, but I've got what I've got.
Pol, you are getting used to a difficult treatment.
You have to continue and have a normal life.
What's a "normal life"?
I don't like the concept "normal" anymore.
What do you mean by "normal life"?
Can I tell people?
Can I fuck normally? Can I have a partner?
Should I explain to my partner
what's going on and…? -Many couples live with HIV.
It's undetectable, you won't transmit the virus,
even if you don't use condoms.
I know, but I'll have a hard time telling the guy I like that I got AIDS.
That's what people think: AIDS.
I know you are upset,
but you have two options: creating…
or destroying.
'Destroying'. Shit, Andreu, put that way…
I'm not your enemy.
If you want to be with someone you care about,
you need to tell them.
To me, a normal life is living with fear.
NORMAL LIFE
That's him.
Hi.
I'm leaving, OK?
Hey, why did you leave so early?
You left at seven this morning.
You just got back and you're leaving?
I got some notes from a friend.
Come on, sit and eat something.
You look awful.
Well, I'm just fine.
At your age, you need to eat.
Everything OK at college?
Yes, I got the scholarship.
Great, congratulations!
That's some news. When did you find out?
A few days ago.
I'll tell you what,
he's depressed.
He would have told me about the scholarship.
How can I work now that I know Pol is sick?
I told you how a few days ago.
And I understand your fears,
but honestly, I've had enough.
What should I do?
Maybe he needs time to explain?
No, you need time to understand.
After the allegations against Michael Jackson
and his alleged relationships with minors,
should we still listen to his songs?
No. -No, no.
Let's see, raise your hands.
Light up your torches against Michael
and take to the streets to set the myth on fire.
Michael Yes or Michael No?
Let's see. You with your hand so high,
why shouldn't I do the moonwalk
while vacuuming?
All right.
He was a depraved man,
and every time you listen to his music on Spotify,
you're approving what he did. And his heirs make money.
Well said. -OK!
So you think it's fair to judge someone's work
by their personal life?
Yes. -Yes.
No. -Wait a minute.
Works of art have
a reality beyond the artist.
That's true. It's too radical to ban a work of art
because the artist's life is not exemplary.
History is full of imperfect geniuses.
Just think of…
Caravaggio. He killed someone.
What about his paintings? Should we destroy them?
Yes or no? -No…
Oh, now it's no.
So are we approving murder?
No.
We have to separate the work from the artist.
If Michael Jackson had abused your son,
would you also separate the two?
Yes, because justice needs to stay away
from facts. Otherwise, we would all burn.
So you think a child molester making money with his art is OK?
I think he needs to be judged and pay.
I agree with you.
Let's judge people by their actions
and leave art alone.
Fuck everyone and their lessons on morality.
Oh, now he's angry.
Sure I'm angry, Biel!
These cool phones you have are probably made
in China by exploited children.
Clothes are the same,
it's all in Thailand, Cambodia,
while paying peanuts
and violating workers' rights.
But who is willing to stop buying these brands?
Well, no one. It's all rotten.
I don't know anyone with clean hands.
My grandma.
What do you know, Oti?
What if she got her kicks by stoning bunnies to death?
That's fucked up!
What's up?
I was looking for you.
You work today?
No.
Come with me to Emporda.
What? Why Emporda?
I have to visit my parents, we'd be back tomorrow.
Really?
Your parents? We barely know each other…
But…
I don't know if that's appropriate.
And what's the natural order?
Relax, we're not boyfriends.
Are we? -No.
I want them to meet Lucky and maybe you want to come.
Never mind, I'll tell Lucky you don't love him.
I'm meeting the dean about the debate thing.
Oh.
We'd be back tomorrow?
Yes.
There's many beds, don't worry.
It's not that, but I don't know if…
if that's normal. -Normal?
It depends. What's "normal" to you?
Alfonso…
I was planning to read in this room.
I'll be done in a bit, madam.
Do you feel better?
Yes, yes. It was just that night.
What were you doing?
Fluffing the cushions so there are no dents.
My butt's dent.
Anyone's butt, madam.
Fluffy cushions are always nice,
for when visitors come.
Don't worry about visitors. There are more urgent questions.
All right.
I'll do the ironing, there is some stuff to do.
No, I've told Herminia to do it.
From now on, she'll do it.
Excuse me,
the ironing was mine, you said so the first day.
What's wrong with
not getting into the ironing room?
Let's be clear.
You are talking about the suit I tried on.
Obviously.
I had no intention of stealing it.
All right. So you were playing dress-up?
Come on, be quick. I need this room.
But, madam…
Quick, please!
If I was from Catalonia,
I'd vote yes to independence.
It's complex. Outsiders wouldn't understand.
Yeah, I know.
It's the same in the US.
Everybody thinks we are crazy.
Oh, really?
You don't realise that on the old continent,
everybody needs therapy.
Stop it, Arni. I won't have an orgasm.
All right. You want to give it a go?
We can try.
No. Besides, it's not OK to fuck your housemate.
Maybe not in America.
But here, on the old continent…
Arni, please…
What a pity.
I also have…
hair on my belly.
Why is Pol not coming?
Something unexpected came up.
How cheeky!
But don't worry, I remember what we talked about.
Yeah! Now you know what they are like in Gerona!
Good morning. -Good morning.
Well, I guess you'll explain what you planned for the debate
a little better, right?
Well, that's for sure.
We have many ideas.
He reminds me of me at first,
I always had fresh ideas for the professors.
Look, if you finally hold the debate,
it should be very… dynamic.
We don't want to be a lightning rod for embarrassment.
The debate will be nice, don't worry.
Yes, sure. I don't doubt that, Octavi.
But I had a great teacher
who once told me something important.
You need three things for success: talent,
responsibility, and…
Effort?
Effort.
That's it.
Come on.
Look!
You like it?
Here.
Thanks.
Wow, that's quite a house.
Hello?
Come.
Nobody here?
Fuck, won't you stop!
There they are.
Hello. -Fuck! Dad!
I don't want any sun. -You'll be cold!
Leave him alone.
Fine, stay there.
That's it, Grandpa, stay in the shade.
Sure I will!
Who's that dog? -Come. This is Lucky.
I finally got it. -He's cute!
We'll see if he lasts.
Mom… -So cute!
She didn't mean the dog.
That's Pol.
Mariona, my mom, and Valentí, my grandpa.
Hi, nice to meet you. -Come on, go help me.
You wanted to come.
And you go visit your father.
Here, Grandpa. Lucky. -Oh, yes.
Stay here.
Come here, handsome. How cute you are.
You never get tired of Bach.
Bach is not like today's music,
it doesn't die out after listening to it ten times.
I heard some voices. -Yes.
I've brought the greyhound and a friend.
So soon?
Yes, so soon.
The ceremony is tomorrow.
I didn't skip work, if you want to know.
I started at 6 a.m. so I could finish my job.
I used to have breakfast at six
when I spent all night working at the studio.
OK, you did more, you always did more.
Your mom told me to be easy-going,
but I can't.
I know you don't like me.
You have some balls!
You want me to be like you. I can't.
You're too good. I'm not up to the task.
If you loved your job…
It's OK if you're not nice to me, but
could you be nice to my friend?
More?
Yes, it needs to be deep so the root ball fits.
Sure.
Axel must really like you
if he invited you to a funeral ceremony.
Sorry?
Oh, he didn't tell you?
Who died? -My mother would be 90 tomorrow.
We bought her a tree.
A liquidambar, they have red leaves in winter.
That's nice.
It was Daniel's idea. -Daniel?
Yes, Axel's ex-boyfriend.
Come on, a little bit more.
Pol!
What?
Come!
Come on, I'll finish.
Axel, don't come back late! Nando and Celia are coming over!
OK!
Here, take this.
You didn't mention your grandma's ceremony.
Yes.
I thought maybe you wouldn't come.
You wanted me to come, huh?
I love that you are here.
And Daniel?
Fuck! It was my mom, right? -Yes, yes.
My ex-boyfriend. -I see.
Don't you have an ex? -No.
I haven't had that much time. -Oh, are you saying I'm old?
So now I'm old, thanks!
Come on. -Yes, I guess!
Don't you want to?
Yes, come on. -We can leave the bikes.
I do want to go! Lucky, stay there,
I'm off with your owner, what a pain!
Go!
Why are you in Barcelona, having this here?
I can't live with my family.
I live with my dad.
Give it a few years.
Are you OK?
I haven't swum in the sea in so long!
No…
Really, dude?
It's so cold, man!
Stop.
You like my body?
I work out a lot.
You wouldn't say I'm sick.
Pol, Pol!
Are you OK?
I have HIV.
Who knows why I'm telling you.
Maybe it's because I like you and you need to know.
Now you understand.
I don't understand anything.
I don't understand how this happened to me.
And you see this body you like? I saw how you looked at me.
I wish I didn't have it.
I'd run away from myself,
I'd change my body, because it has HIV in it.
I look after myself and eat well,
I work out and the doctor says everything is fine,
but I have to get used to the old normal life.
And I can't tell anybody,
because if I do, I'm not normal.
I'm tired of learning the hard way, man.
I can't even remember my mother.
I've lost so many people. When this happened, I said:
"Fuck, Pol, you too?"
But it seems that you can live with this.
If you fuck someone, they need to know.
That's what I wanted to do since we picked Lucky up.
Look…
Greyhounds are gloomy,
but they learn to be happy. Maybe you are a greyhound.
Maybe I am.
I'll be more discreet with your family.
Just don't tell my dad
you hate classical music…
What are you doing?
Well, cleaning, madam. Can't you see?
I told you not to come near the ironing room.
I know what you told me.
Since you don't want me here,
just in case I'm a thief, I'm cleaning my fingerprints.
Maybe you want to call the police
and get me into trouble.
You are so scary!
That's mean. That's mean and offensive.
I already have many problems,
and they're quite big
so as to add a police report.
I'm not reporting you!
I know I offended you…
because it was your…
your husband's suit, may he rest in peace.
I just opened the closet and found a hidden treasure.
But I could not enjoy it,
the trousers were so tight.
Enough, Alfonso, enough.
It's all right. -Look…
I feel…
you haven't wanted me here since the very first day.
By the way, I did not ask for the job, Rai offered it to me.
If you don't feel comfortable with me,
I'll get my things and leave.
That's nonsense.
Go to the cellar and clean the damp stains,
they've been there for days.
See you tomorrow.
María…
Yes? Tell me.
Well, just…
I'm glad we're speaking
after you came to my house the other day.
Do you remember? -Yes, I don't know what I said.
Nonsense. Never mind.
So…
Are you OK? -Much better.
Fortunately, I changed my sponsor.
I'll see you around.
Bye.
Cheers!
Have they run out of glasses or what?
Public universities… It's different in private ones.
I like when you are naughty.
No, that's snobbish.
I'm trying to build a better world.
Guys, the Cultural History exam is in two days.
Let's form a study group. -Yes, OK!
Did you say goodbye to cheating?
I'm serious, I need to study and pass.
Cheating with a phone is over.
I'll study hard, I've decided.
That's great, Oti. -The Socratic method doesn't suit you.
Don't be a prick, I'll feel insecure.
And what's Oti's method?
The Sophist method. Copying without remorse
so being fair isn't worth it.
If you act fairly, you get fucked.
The world is made for assholes.
You should take part in the debate.
I'm getting a glass, I hope they don't give me a plastic one.
This guy is so bitter, he looks like Batman.
I love wood floors. -Me too.
It's the original one.
Maybe, but it needs polishing.
Not again, Mom!
Laura, if we don't rent it, this is not the reason.
It's because the bathrooms belong in the 80s.
Honestly, 1200 euros is a rip-off.
It's Barcelona.
I don't care if it's Dubai.
Would you pay that for 70 awkward meters?
Huh?
Say hello to the owner for me. Come on.
Hi. -Gloria, sweetie. What's up?
How are you? -Fine, you? How are things?
Fine, I'm on call, but you know I like action.
This is Alfonso. -Hello.
Well, I'm leaving. -What? You're not coming, Gloria?
No. Come with me, Alfonso.
Do you smoke? -No, no.
A nurse that smokes. Don't tell anybody!
Well, Alfonso, Gloria told me your son has HIV.
Well, I know it sounds terrible.
You want to know if he will die? -Well, if you say it like that…
Do you know how many patients
with HIV we treat in this hospital?
More than 3000.
Are they hospitalised?
No. They live their lives.
Some of them are happier than others, for sure.
But I heard your son is doing OK.
Yes, he's an optimist. But he got what he got…
He got what he got, but as I said,
he can live with it.
I know, but…
But nothing, Alfonso.
Stop seeing him as a sick person.
Wait a moment, Celia,
I don't quite understand you.
Do you have a problem with Mozart?
Me? No, he was a genius.
I want wine.
No, Dad, you won't have wine.
Perfection is not emotional. It doesn't go through.
Are we talking about diapers?
Don't you think his Requiem is emotional?
Don't mess with Mozart, Celia… -We're just talking.
Can you let us talk?
Can we have a conversation?
You can, but Bach is untouchable.
Shut up, you have no idea. -I'm thirsty!
And not for water.
Requiem is emotional,
you are right, but…
The Magic Flute, for instance,
is just… fun.
Wow! Did you hear that? "Fun!"
You just described one of the most important operas
in history as "fun."
Are you on hard drugs or what?
You get me, right, Aniol?
Pol. His name is Pol.
I'll call him Aniol.
OK. -You like classical music?
Say you love chaconne.
Hey, don't mess with chaconne!
Joaquim, stop.
I want to die.
Don't make fun of chaconne. -Come on, stop it.
Dad, stop saying you want to die.
But you won't listen to me!
Pol studies Philosophy.
Oh, I love that.
I love that. -Yes, sure, because…
Aristotle goes through.
There was a philosopher…
I'm not making it up, OK? But he predicted his own death.
I can't remember his name…
One of the old ones.
Ca… to…
Democritus.
That one!
Did you add sauce?
You won Grandpa's heart.
Yes, romesco. -Is Daniel coming tomorrow?
Or doesn't he feel well? -No. He's not coming.
Dad, eat something.
I want wine, I'll cry tomorrow.
I haven't heard from Daniel in ages.
It's OK if you cry, Dad.
Of course, that's why we do it, to cry for Grandma.
Axel, Axel. -What? Let him drink.
He's sad about Grandma!
You are old enough, Grandpa. -I'm as old as time.
When did your grandma die?
Eight years ago.
Really?
My grandpa doesn't want to bury her ashes.
Damn!
Are you serious, Axel? -Yes.
No way! -Yes, that's my grandma.
Man!
Fuck!
So you bring all your dates here?
No, I don't bring my dates.
I used to come with my ex.
The one who is not OK?
Depression, yes.
They did talk about your ex boyfriend.
I don't want to.
How long were you together?
We don't need to fuck… No pressure, OK?
Yeah.
I know.
Are you… clean?
You get tested?
I'm clean.
He said he would sleep
at a friend's parents' house.
Will he have his pills?
I'm sure he will.
We need to do the shopping tomorrow, the fridge is empty.
I'll go, don't worry.
Goodnight.
Young people are supposed to…
have information about sex
and disease prevention.
Where was Pol then?
What did he do? Who did he get it from?
The ceremony was nice, huh? -Yes.
You didn't want to add soil.
Well, it's OK.
Is it because it was Daniel's idea?
What do you want to know?
It's normal to ask.
They seem to really love your ex.
I don't.
How long were you together? -Seven years.
Did you live together?
Yes, then he got depressed and I left him.
You want me to feel bad, like my parents?
Man, I'm being subtle with you. Cut it out.
So I have to say thank you for accepting me?
OK, thank you, Axel. You are so supportive.
Not everyone would be. I am.
That's the truth.
But you just said…
You are so sensitive, Pol. -Yes, I know, yes.
You're annoyed and tired of sick people?
What? Now you play the victim?
Don't you get that I feel bad about what you did?
You had a boyfriend,
you had a life, he got sick and you left him?
You've never lived with anyone.
Don't talk if you have no idea what it means.
I don't care, Axel.
I'm OK with you, but I'm no good for you.
You should find someone else.
It will be easy, you are very hot.
You'll find someone to blow you,
and you can fuck them.
Don't worry about me, I'll fuck someday.
All right.
All right, kid.
I'll drive you to school, you'll have homework.
Really?
Dizziness again?
I thought I was dying.
It's a horrible feeling.
No wonder! Girl, go see your doctor
and get checked.
Go for surgery and forget about it.
No, there isn't a cure.
It happens now and then. The last one was a year ago.
Luckily, Alfonso went to the pharmacy
and got me some pills.
And your insurance?
Girl, you are covered,
the doctor comes here. -Alfonso looked after me.
Well, I understand.
When you're alone,
you prefer someone you know,
not some doctor.
This man is not a doctor.
Even if you're alone…
You enjoy telling me I am alone!
But it's you who come here
because you feel lonely.
Excuse me, I'm fine with Ferran.
Oh, really? Did Ferran spend the night
in hospital when you got your eye surgery?
And how's your sister?
You stopped talking after the inheritance thing.
Doesn't it make you feel alone?
No, the thing is not trusting Alfonso.
Well, I'll tell you something:
Alfonso is a much better person.
Descartes talks about a piece of wax.
Its size, its colour and its smell
are its defining qualities.
But when placing the wax next to the fire,
all these qualities disappear.
Does the same wax remain?
If we define wax by its size,
smell and colour, we'd say it has changed.
But if we define it by the wax itself,
that is, the substance, it is indeed the same.
Descartes says it is only with knowledge that
we can capture the essence and identity of things.
We're fooled by our senses.
What an obsession with deprecating senses.
It seems there is something moral or religious about senses.
As if all sensitive things, what you touch, flesh…
It gives pleasure and relates to sin.
See you later. -See you, bye.
So, are you calm now?
Do I need to be calm? Please, Pol!
OK, you're right, I crossed a line before.
I'm going through…
a good and bad thing at the same time.
I'm in college to get my degree.
It was hard to get here, I want to finish it
and focus on one thing.
And I'm not that thing. I'm not in your plans.
That sounds terrible.
As you wish.
But you need to know that I'll be
your unfinished assignment.
Your daughter is waiting for you.
Oh, is she here already?
Yes, she told me you are fed up with her.
She said that?
Yes, she says she's giving you a hard time with the flat search.
I guess she's afraid to live on her own.
Come on, cheer up.
No more bananas! Have a marshmallow.
Thanks.
Well, you ready?
I don't really know.
So you have doubts?
Well, they offered me a master's degree.
Oh. -Well…
They can't know you joined the union.
It's one thing to join the union
and another to plan a strike.
It's kind of late, Silvia.
Well, I don't know, let me think about it.
I'm off.
Oh, how long should I keep buying
candy for Bolaño?
Does she like it? -She loves it.
I think it soothes her.
Make sure there's plenty!
And thanks for the favour.
Shoot, shoot!
Come on, come on!
Forget about the cheating professor.
It just annoys me.
I love your Spanish omelet, Biel.
Thanks.
You know you have pretty eyes?
Oh, do I?
That's nice. You're pretty, too.
Remember when you took the microphone at the party?
Don't remind me. How embarrassing!
I loved it! -No! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
Oh, there's hair!
Yes.
Yeah, yeah! -Yeah?
Yes.
Oh, yes, yes!
What?
Biel is your housemate. -Shut up!
Oh, yeah.
You make me wanna cry.
Surrounded by people who need scholarships.
I love when you mess with the poor.
Can't you see their faces?
They're all gloomy, with sweaty faces,
eating chocolate bars from the vending machine.
Do you like studying here?
What do you suggest?
Now that's what I call a beer!
It's so nice. -Great idea, Rai!
I love Barcelona even more from here.
We can study all you want here.
Think about joining the debate about love, I'm serious.
Love, you say.
Me? I didn't cry for my dog.
I'm a materialistic being, Oti, I'm insensitive.
Is love innate or can we learn?
We're born with the ability to love.
They didn't teach me much.
Love is…
sacrifice,
dependency, jumping through hoops,
a lack of freedom,
letting other people down…
Can I use what you said?
I'll say it's yours. -Don't credit him, cheat!
Like Octavi. We all do it.
Listen to Rai. Steal, cheat.
Have fun. Life is weird and hard enough.
Suffering from wishing for what you don't have and want.
That is a sentence you need to steal.
Yes, I will use that one.
It's not even mine.
It means that we need to be as happy as possible
and that we have to enjoy these moments,
but reality is different.
Life is way more difficult than finishing a degree.