NETFLIX PRESENTS
Good morning! -What's so good about it?
Any thoughts about Vidal?
A pain in the ass? -Bingo. The debate.
What's wrong now? He doesn't want to do it?
He's spreading his shit around the school by saying
we won't do the Symposium in the hall.
Can't things just go well? -He just wants to piss the rector off.
They have their own war. -So what now?
Should we find another place or cancel?
We have to convince him. -So talk to him.
Me? I will not argue with that traffic cone again.
Good morning. -Good morning.
Excuse me, I wanted to ask you
if we could hold the debate in the main hall.
Don't start again.
Look, I know you have good intentions,
but that scaffolding will be there for weeks.
The rector took it for granted.
The rector has a problem with logical calculus.
If the main hall is not finished,
there's nothing to celebrate inside.
Make it clear to María Bolaño.
You said it was OK and now you're out?
I am the dean, and the dean is never out.
Can I leave now? Yes?
BURN THE BOOK
Hold on, be quiet!
Guys, to sum up, guys… Hold on!
Be quiet. The dean won't help us.
He agreed, now he's out.
Talk to the rector, he's in charge.
Vidal hates the rector because he's in charge.
If he finds out, we're done.
It will be worse. -So talk to Bolaño
and let her fix it. -No, Bolaño won't do anything.
Can't we just do something?
We'll figure it out, right?
We can't make Vidal angry.
Sure, I don't want him to fail me.
He's such a bastard.
But why are you so afraid of Vidal?
Let's not go to his classes, it's a way of protesting.
Let's stand him up and piss him off!
Well said, Oti.
I don't know…
Let's have a vote.
Who wants to skip Vidal's class?
Wittgenstein said that
language is the limit of the world.
Language, as we use it, makes sense only
if it meets some logical conditions.
But be careful, for language is not perfect,
as it allows statements against these conditions.
Can anyone give me
an example of such statements?
No one?
Biel, what about you?
Wildebeest are beautiful animals.
We can't say if this is true or false.
"Wildebeest are beautiful."
In the end, this statement…
states nothing.
Regarding these kind of statements, "Tractatus"
is very clear:
What we cannot speak about, we must pass over in silence.
That was for you.
An Americano, please.
I bumped into Laura the other day.
Yes, she was looking for me.
Did you rent a flat for her? -No way!
I don't want her to live in a hole.
You can't imagine how well lamp makers live in Gerona.
What's up? -Last Saturday,
my father-in-law was meeting a lamp maker at 11.
So it was 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock…
And he didn't show up!
The next day, he calls saying:
"I couldn't make it because I got married."
Can you believe that?
You know what, María?
I'm starting to hate him.
Are you becoming like me?
I'd have a drink, now, yes.
Do as I do, have an imaginary shot.
It's good whiskey.
No, no I wish I forgot
I was getting married!
I see. -You know what I mean.
So is it over with Axel?
You and Arnau have more in common.
I can't complain: I snuck into a Math class once.
So you are done with Axel.
The fact that he left his ex
for being unhealthy isn't reassuring.
No, but you don't know all of the nuances.
Nuances? What nuances?
How will I progress? The doctor says I'm OK,
but…
It's frustrating. I like Axel a lot.
You're turning a nice relationship away.
I'm also turning failure away, and suffering.
Does Axel know about the debate?
I don't think so.
If he could finish, we would have the hall.
And Vidal wouldn't say no.
Oti, I will not press Axel to finish in time.
No, I know.
I'd like to do things as I used to.
Without questions, without…
Without fear.
Did you really start working at 14?
Why, Alfonso?
Well…
Because I needed to.
My father got me into a glass factory.
I can't see you working, not even at 34.
Maybe I'll surprise you.
I remember waking up Monday at four in the morning.
I went to work wearing my Sunday best
because the rest of my clothes were soaked.
At the factory, a red-hot piece of glass jumped
and my pants were ruined.
When I got home,
my father beat the hell out of me for burning the pants.
That's brutish.
You said it!
He was brutish.
But I have never beaten my Pol up.
I'm convinced he'll do great.
I guess my wife and I did something well.
I was alone for a long time after my wife died.
Hello. -Hello.
I'm here for Victoria.
Come in, please.
Miss Victoria!
Hi, Fabio.
Vicky… You look so pretty.
Thanks.
I assure you I didn't intent to steal
your gold watch, Miss Victoria.
Would you wait in the car, please?
Yes, sure.
That's the good old Rai.
And that's you moving on.
Wish me luck.
Ivet!
What's up?
It's not been that long…
Listen, what are you doing tonight?
You're all going out?
Yes, yes, great! Yes.
Víctor. -Hi.
My sister is waiting in the car.
And she advised telling you everything, from A to Z.
From A to Z? What? -I'm sick of you.
Oh, that's nice.
Laura and I work, we go shopping, we cook.
We know how to turn the stove on and off.
Are you perfect or what?
It's clear that you don't trust us.
You think we are not ready to solve problems.
But we want to live together.
That's it.
Goodnight.
OK, Kevin, two gin and tonics.
Two more and one beer, honey. -OK!
What's up, professor? -Hello, student.
Is the sheriff in? -Yes, at his table.
I talked to Vidal. -Oh. And?
Shit. -Shit.
He said no to the debate, that we should study
and forget the nonsense. -Oh my God.
Get me a water with a lot of lemon.
Give me the POS. -Here.
Where is Ángel? He skived off work?
He got fired.
What? -Dino.
Tell me. -A beer, please.
I don't feel comfortable here.
I don't know why I came.
Don't start saying you're leaving.
You like being with me.
I'm dying to grow old beside you.
And aren't you dying to see my show?
This girl sings better than you.
You noticed that too?
Here you are, María.
Dino, can we talk?
You are talking now.
I heard you fired Ángel. Can I ask why?
Do you think I have to explain things to you?
No, but I think you're wrong.
He's nice, he helped me a lot
and he had the bar under control.
If that means fucking my clients in the toilets.
Is Kevin alone at the bar?
Go keep him some company.
I'd bet my arm that you've fucked in more toilets
than the guy you fired.
Bravo!
You're so pretty! -Bravo!
Raimon! -Hey, Ivet!
You look so good!
You look beautiful! How are you?
Boy, you disappeared. You don't play golf anymore.
I changed my lifestyle a bit.
Come, we're in the VIP room.
Cool! -I didn't tell them,
so it's a surprise.
Really, Ivet?
Hey, come on, it was you who called!
No way!
Rai Casamiquela, you motherfucker!
The man who ran away from private school!
Yes, all of a sudden! Hey, Fernando!
Man! What's up?
How are you, Sonia? -Fine!
Raimon! What's the story, philosopher?
When I heard you registered at
the Philosophy campus, I almost killed myself, man!
Aristotle and Plato are a thing from the past!
What the hell, man? -It's not so bad.
Well, there must be some weed at that campus!
Not bad, he says…
Arturo, whiskey and coke for this man!
He broke our hearts long ago.
Whiskey and coke, right?
The biggest and funniest bastard I've met in my life!
Salvador!
I still remember your butler,
the Mexican. -What was it?
It was…
Henry!
You remember? -You were an asshole
to your servants. -I know.
Remember when you spread dog shit
along the banister? -No way!
Is there a video? -Sure, sure!
No, no. -No, no, if we had a video,
it would have gone viral.
Your dad got mad as hell
finding out you gave the dog a laxative.
A fucking awesome prank.
The dog tried to escape a thousand times.
Your house was like that dog's Auschwitz.
So how is Cosmo?
So good to see Rai. -I really wanted you to see him!
Where is my whiskey and coke? I can't see it!
Here, it's so good. -Yeah?
All for you. -Record?
What record? -Come on, record!
What was it? -Seven drinks in two hours.
All yours, man! -Come on!
Fuck!
I made my debut on this stage.
I performed on my own.
Then, jealousy came along.
Well…
How could I say no, he's my boss!
Don't worry, cutie.
Soon, I'll experience performing alone.
Are you calling me old? -No, you fag!
I'm calling you a petrol engine.
Bitch, look who's talking!
All day hooked on his pills.
Your pill box is like Mary Poppins' bag.
Excuse me, honey, don't you know the glam of AIDS?
AIDS sang with Montserrat Caballé!
Bravo!
Look, I get goosebumps!
We artists feel emotions skin deep.
Skin deep.
We're improvising, she always forgets her lines.
She left me on stage for four minutes.
Four minutes! That's like forever when you're on stage.
And while she was floating, all in white,
like a passing cloud, adrift, of course,
she visited her neurologist.
A neurologist is what some youngsters need,
some cheeky youngsters.
But in the end, there's always justice.
And youngsters also end up becoming old geezers.
After your dad,
my dad spent two days in his room.
Totally shocked.
I mean, it was really hard, no one expected that.
Yeah. -Oh, and Álvaro,
from Macro-economy, you know?
The teacher? -He died, man.
No way! -Just like that.
The old prick failed me just because,
and a year later, boom! Cancer ate him up.
So awful! -You loved him, honey.
Yes, he was a good teacher.
You two are…
You or me? -No, I'll tell him.
We are getting married this summer!
Wow! I didn't know!
Fuck! That's great. -Did you send the invitation?
He'll get it soon.
Congratulations.
Taxi! Taxi!
Toni is getting married!
Toni's getting married! -Toni's getting married!
Toni is getting married! -Toni is getting married!
Touch my cowbell to wish me luck!
OK.
Hey!
Suck his tits! Suck his tits!
Come on, don't be shy! -Toni is getting married!
Oh…
This faggot likes milk!
Stampede!
Let's go!
Loser!
Toni is getting married!
Fuck!
Motherfuckers!
Shit! I was just leaving.
But these croquettes are so good.
They're from a bag.
Folks, I'm off. -Stop!
You stay.
Sit down and let's play trauma.
Trauma, trauma, trauma, trauma…
What's "trauma"?
Group therapy.
Each of us explains a little trauma, without monologues.
Will the young man sit down?
Come on, sit down. -Come on!
Only because I'm hungry.
Trauma number one.
Let's start…
with you.
Two weeks chatting on Grindr…
and he just stood me up. -Oh!
Oh… poor bitch.
Poor bitch, she won't get married!
In Satanassa, she'll be buried!
What the hell was that? -The bar's motto.
Now back to business…
You.
1971.
16 years old.
I wanted to be called "Sara."
They locked me up in a room.
I managed to get out.
I stole a thousand bucks from my jerk of a father
and I escaped to Barcelona.
I was the pioneer of Spain's empty towns.
Bravo!
Your turn, María Bolaño.
Your turn.
I'll make it up.
Well, I am jealous of my daughter
because she's happy.
Your turn.
My trauma comes down to this…
Apollo, are you gay?
No. -Oh…
I already knew as much.
I'm bisexual.
Shit! I thought you were the alpha male on campus.
Dino, do you like cheeky young men like me working here?
What kind of things do you teach your students?
To rebel against incompetent authorities.
Whoa…
Why don't you give Ángel another chance?
I'll think about it. You know what, Apollo?
In the gay hunk album,
you'd be the top trading card.
Poor bitch, she won't get married!
In Satanassa, she'll be buried!
Stop looking at me, I'm broke, man.
I got robbed by some cows.
They stole my jacket, my wallet, my watch…
And your shoes. -Yeah. Those too.
Can you pay the taxi driver?
But what happened?
Did you tell Fabio that I spread dog shit on the banister?
Come on, have a shower.
Mom…
If we feel lonely, it's not because the house is big.
Fuck, Dad, you scared me!
I didn't know you were sleeping.
I was.
What's up?
Nothing.
It's been a while since we last talked…
About what?
I don't know.
It's OK to go in depth.
Go in depth?
Hey, don't laugh.
I found it useful to tell you about the Tax Office.
Thanks to you, I found a job.
It was Rai who offered.
Yes, but you helped me.
You raised your voice in the supermarket and the car park.
Well, that bastard in the car park
wouldn’t pay me when I left. -No way.
And when I suggested you could work there…
What, did he mock me?
Well, he insulted us.
And what did you do?
Nothing.
I just left.
Well done.
You better forget it. There are so many bastard bosses.
Don't get me started.
The things I had to tolerate.
Hello. -What is it?
I won't throw in the towel.
Last night, when I got home, I wrote this letter.
I want everyone to sign it.
Oh, good…
One last shot.
Have a marshmallow.
It'll cheer you up.
You carry so many traumas on your back.
I didn't mention trauma.
That doesn't mean you don't have any.
Of course I have some.
Well, you didn't tell us.
One of my traumas is about the guy working in the hall.
Oh, that guy.
Axel.
That's why the bastard comes to my classes, it's for you!
Did you caress his chest?
No, María, there's nothing.
Well, there's a lot of confusion in my head.
That's why nothing is going on.
I feel better now.
I know a little trauma of yours.
Now we are even.
Because last night…
I told something very private about my daughter.
It makes me uncomfortable.
Remember I'm your teacher.
So you want distance
from your students.
I prefer distance from other teachers.
That's quite a quote.
Oh, it reminds you of your high school teacher.
On my way here, I remembered something he used to say.
Come on, surprise me.
You can always change
the way things work.
Hey!
Hello. -Well.
How is my favorite smoker?
Fine, working, as usual.
You can take it easy.
The famous main hall debate has been canceled.
Oh, why?
It was decided by the upper echelons.
Because I won't have it finished?
You're not that important, Buonarroti.
But yes, having it finished would help,
I won't lie to you.
Well, I can't work miracles.
That's why I said you can take it easy.
This decision was due to the tension between
Vidal and the rector.
It's a pity, in the end. Who pays the price?
Students.
They were so excited about it.
It would really make them happy
to hold the debate in your main hall.
I was tipsy.
Biel, stop it! -I've written a letter of complaint
for the rector.
Good idea! -Great idea.
We all need to sign it.
Yes, we really have to hold that debate.
This Math student will go!
That's it. -Well said!
Cool! -If we don't get the main hall,
we'll do it at the bar. -Yeah, wherever it takes.
It's a campus space, they can't refuse.
Sorry to interrupt, Pol.
Pol, Pol. Thank you.
Thank you so much. Dino's taken me back.
Great! But thank you, you got me the job.
No, no! That was easy, but this was not.
The world needs people like you.
Cut it out!
Maybe you think that
I'm a Venezuelan drama queen,
but I'm really serious.
Pol, you make the world go round.
Oh!
-That's cute!
If you ever get crucified, I'll be on your right.
Oh, love…
I'll talk to the rector.
What? -Hell yeah!
I love that!
Hey, look!
Come with us.
What's going on?
Sorry, Doctor Llorenç.
Could we have a word, please?
I'm making a deal with the University of Phoenix, in Arizona.
Just a moment.
It better be important
or I'll sign your expulsion myself.
The dean doesn't want the debate for the main hall reopening.
He does, it's decided. -No, we spoke yesterday.
So, Doctor Llorenç, will we do it or not?
You will do it.
But maybe not in the main hall.
It'll depend on it being finished.
If not, use the Assembly Hall.
I'm the rector and I say so.
The dean isn't so sure who's in charge.
You should remind him.
He's boycotting the project.
It's like we're here just to pay credits and take exams.
That doesn't give the university any prestige.
I'll talk to him.
Could you be more discreet next time?
You know this funny story about a lamp maker in Gerona?
I don't care about lamp makers in Gerona.
Who's in charge here? I am!
We will hold the first-year students' debate
on the occasion of the main hall reopening.
Don't you ever go over the rector again.
Why did you make me come?
I want you to like me.
Stop pissing me off, Axel. -OK.
You play Bach's Chaconne just to make me happy?
I was 16 when you took me to listen to it.
In the auditorium.
And it left you open-mouthed.
I've heard it a thousand times.
You never told me.
Now you know.
Why did you make me come?
I need your help.
I have to finish earlier than planned.
In two weeks' time, maybe less.
And why such a hurry?
I'm doing it for love.
I've always worked for love.
Yes, for love of your work.
But I love Pol, that's also for love, right?
I was lucky I ate
something before coming.
What is it? -Open it.
Baby clothes.
Was this mine?
Yes.
I kept it in this box,
for when you leave me for a big tall guy
and I become a grandma.
Víctor is not a big tall guy.
And we have no flat either.
Well, I think this box…
fits perfectly in the closet of the last flat we saw.
But you didn't like it.
But you did. I've talked to the agency.
You can move in a month.
And then…
you can get to work to make me a grandma.
Aren't you afraid that my babies will be like me?
I want them to be like you.
What's wrong?
Mom… -What?
Did you start drinking because of me?
Laura…
Don't say that!
Because I am the way I am.
Don't steal the limelight, honey.
I had many problems before you were born.
But I stopped drinking.
I keep telling lies, though. That's for sure.
My little Laura…
Give me 101 grandchildren.
I've always wanted to be Cruella de Vil.
Did you try the chips?
I love them. -Oti.
They're so nice. -I didn't cook them.
It was Amy.
Biel helped me.
Sure.
A toast to me passing Cultural History.
OK. -Cheers!
Cheers!
And also to Pol, who managed to save the Debate League!
No, we all did. -That's it!
Come on, come on. -It was all of us.
You'll also take part, Rai.
I'm quitting college.
Yeah, sure.
You are what?
I'm quitting Philosophy.
I won't go to class anymore. -No way.
Come on, stop it. -Shut up!
He means it.
Yes, I mean it.
I've been thinking about it and I've decided.
But what will you do?
I'm going to India to find myself.
No, I have no idea.
I just want you to know
that meeting you is the best thing that's happened in my life.
You know I'm a snob, a rich, spoiled kid,
but I didn't have you.
I needed…
to get away from my world.
I won't be an insufferable rich kid, Pol.
I'm happy for you.
You'll do great.
Well, you need to make decisions.
It's a relief, I recommend it.
Turn the page.
No…
Burn the whole book.
Are you the boss?
Yes.
Hey!
You son of a bitch!
Calm down…
I'm not here to rob you.
Now I'll take out my willy
and I'll pee, just like a dog
that has been locked inside a house for days.
What the hell are you doing?
You motherfucker!
Son of a bitch!
Stop!
You dirty pig!
Stop! For fuck's sake!