NETFLIX PRESENTS
AN ORIGINAL MOVISTAR+ SERIES
Look, everything will be fine.
We've revised all the ideas. We know the subjects.
Yeah, I got it. Okay?
Yes, yes. It'll be fine, man.
Everything will be okay. We studied a lot.
I am not sure improvising is a good idea. No way.
Biel, people will join in, when we start talking…
Look, guys, they're taking all this down.
-Come on, it's true. People want to talk. -Aniol!
-Hey! Pol, Pol. My name is Pol. -I won't remember it.
-Let's agree on Aniol. -Very well.
What are you doing here? You came here to help take this down?
Not just take this down.
I've spent days locked up in here with Axel.
-Ahh. -No, no, he's not here.
He's already gone home to sleep. He's a weakling.
We've been working really hard and, as I expected,
he collapsed at the last minute.
He was in a rush all of a sudden. He needed to finish as soon as possible.
You see, Aniol, almost as though there was an opening
for something very important to him.
Pol. I'm sorry, the President is waiting for us.
One second, Biel, I'll be right there.
Thank you, Joaquim. Bye then.
Have a good one.
Axel hurried up to finish the main hall in time for me.
Wow, what a beautiful romantic gesture.
No, I don't know.
Come on, you do know.
And that should inspire you more than ever, right?
Yeah.
BANQUET AGAINST PHILOSOPHY
MASTERS
Thanks to the board,
today we can unveil this beautiful main hall,
which was recently restored.
This distinguished space has been witness to history.
Thousands of students have celebrated their graduation right here.
What we are doing today is also a celebration.
We are celebrating knowledge, critical thinking.
We welcome wisdom.
The motto of the university is:
"libertas, perfundet, omnia luce."
Freedom fills everything with light.
So on this day, let there be light.
Wow.
Well, maybe he loves me too much?
-Alfonso? -Hmm.
Alfonso!
I was about to leave, madam.
Oh.
You told me that since it's my last day, I can finish at 12:00, so I'm off.
Look, this is my list of all of my overtime hours.
Um, yeah.
You're expecting someone?
Uh? Hmm… yes.
-Is there anything I can help you with? -No, no.
Give me that. I see you are anxious to get paid so you can finally leave.
Look, I don't come here to have fun.
Have you varnished the chairs out on the deck?
Yes, sure, as we agreed.
Very well, then wait here.
I'll get you your severance pay, so you can sign for it and run off.
-There's no rush, madam. -Now, there's no rush?
You're funny.
So, yeah, we organised this symposium because we want to debate love.
One thing. Sorry, it's just one question.
I don't study Philosophy. I study Math.
And I think the title of the debate is quite strange.
Why "Against Philosophy?"
This is a mandarin.
It's the same for everyone, a fruit.
But what happens when a philosopher looks at it?
Well, he wonders why it exists,
where does it come from, and where could it be going.
We named the symposium this,
because philosophy makes our brain work.
To the point of exhaustion.
That's why we wanted to ask ourselves,
is it necessary to reflect on our own lives?
Let's not kid ourselves. We all have high morals.
They say Philosophy is a good degree if you want to end up dying of starvation.
Maybe Philosophy is not necessary?
Philosophy is necessary. Even if it's just for us to question it.
Because when you question it, you are already philosophizing.
And the question would be, could philosophy not exist?
Maybe.
We philosophers have always been destined to think for others.
Are we willing to philosophize?
There are deep things that not everybody wants to think about.
Of course not, because people are practical.
Like the President here.
He does his job, goes back home.
And in the summer, vacation.
I envy you quite a bit, sir.
A vacation from students like you is what I really need.
Whoa.
Oh!
Where the hell is Bolaño?
I mean, I'll be there soon.
But I prefer them to start the debate without me.
-And I'll show up later. -You do the same thing here.
The truth is, I'm only on time for my classes.
Sorry.
The important thing, I've been sober for 183 days.
But I wonder to myself sometimes:
why couldn't I have a beer once in a while,
even just once a week?
I really feel like it, honestly.
Especially now that my daughter won't visit me very often
'cause she's moved in with her boyfriend and…
So that's it.
I have no drink, no daughter.
Let's see what happens next.
Do you think love restricts our individual freedom?
Does it force us to do things we don't want?
Do we prefer living as a couple or by ourselves?
I bet you prefer getting laid.
No, seriously, guys.
It's undeniable that there's a cultural pressure
for us to find one person and form a family.
Let's be the ones that break that trend.
Many people are not in love, and they stay together
because they don't want to break the rules.
That happens when love disappears,
and instead, a necessary dependency prevails.
And what does that mean?
That we accept submission as one more fact of lives?
I mean, we want someone to control us because it guides us through life.
I like to open with Dostoevsky.
Good morning.
Dostoevsky wrote this:
"So long as man remains free, he strives for nothing incessantly
and so painfully as to find someone to worship."
This is a really great quote.
We human beings are precarious and defenceless.
And also addicts.
Yes, yes, perfect. And you could start tomorrow?
Oh, very well, that would be great. The house is big, there's lots to do.
The severance pay. Sign.
And you have a driver's license?
Oh! What a relief!
Yes, yes, of course, we'll make a contract, of course.
Yes, no, if you come tomorrow at 12:00,
I'll show you the house, no rush and… perfect.
Very well. Thanks. Have you signed?
Oh, yes.
There you go. This is the check with your name.
Alfonso Rubio Escobar.
-Hm-hmm. -I'm going outside for a drink.
I want to enjoy the sun while it's out.
Can I carry it for you, madam?
No, you'd charge me for it.
Hmm.
Alfonso, I thought you left already?
Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
I didn't come here for fun, but I've been happy working here for you.
Glad to hear that.
Hmm. Yeah. And that's it?
What do you mean?
Well, I feel we are missing a little bit of…
A little bit of what?
I can't find the words. Something more than just a cold goodbye.
I wish you plenty of luck, Alfonso.
I want you to know that it was a pleasure for me to meet you.
Please. Don't get sentimental on me.
No, of course.
I'm sure we'll meet again sometime in the future.
I sure hope so.
Remember to varnish the chairs more often…
Yes, yes, yes.
Madam Victoria.
Goodbye.
Thank you for everything.
CHICKEN SOUP "WITH ALFONSO'S SPECIAL TOUCH"
Okay. Okay. Wait a minute!
In a society, that is so individualistic and narcissistic,
can we be capable of love?
Of course, we can.
'Cause relationships are complex,
but aren't we the ones who complicate something so simple as love?
We just have to let ourselves go. Fall in love.
My sugar levels are spiking.
One more word and I'll turn into candy.
What's this?
A convention for the naive?
Don't you realise that most of you here in this room are destined to fail in love?
My friend Sílvia Montoliu asked the key question.
In an individualist society, is there room for love?
You answered, without even thinking, yes.
Just like a fairy tale.
Well, I say no. No room for love.
The destiny of a relationship can be written in just one word:
divorce.
And also alimony.
So what do you propose as an alternative?
Perpetual solitude?
Hmm. Falling in love with oneself.
And promoting a culture of knowing how to be alone.
Precisely, loving ourselves is what gives us the capacity for love.
I don't deny the capacity for love.
What I'm saying is that, for most couples, failure is guaranteed in most cases.
Even if that were true, we can't deny the importance of love for human beings.
And the proof is all of these dating apps.
You know that's not love, sweetheart. That's sex.
But love is tied to goodness, to the idea of doing good.
If you deny love, you are denying goodness.
Which means there's no ethical society.
Pure love is practically an illusion.
Loving a person who is sick, almost no one does that.
Because no one is capable of giving their heart to someone else.
Come on, that's enough. Are we getting sad or what?
I'd rather be naive, believe in love and…
Bolaño, cover your ears for a second, please.
Oti, I'm still in love with you.
-Yeah. -We are the best.
Wow, Bolaño was on fire, eh? What a fight you guys had.
-I guess so. -We crushed it.
-You sure did. You found love. -Oh, sure. I'm going to kill Arnau.
They told me he left because he's scared.
Hmm, well, I clearly didn't like his little number at all.
But I thought it was a beautiful gesture.
I think you should jump into his open arms.
Yeah, well, and you into Axel's arms.
Hello! Dad?
Hi, Pol. Your father is not here.
Oh, well. It's fine, I'm off. I have to be at work in an hour.
So, how did it go?
Good, good, good, very good. I am happy, to be honest.
I'd have liked to go with your father.
Oh, well, my dear father in a philosophy debate.
Well, why do you say that? Is he dumb or what?
No, uh, it's just that I can't imagine him talking about certain things, you know.
I think he's capable of understanding many things.
What do you mean?
We saw the pills you are taking.
Your father found them the night he was looking for clothes for Rai.
-But, I-I, uh… -It's okay.
Don't worry. Are you okay?
I'm fine, Glòria, I'm fine. I'm getting medication.
But I don't like people knowing unless I tell them.
Why didn't you tell me? What about dad, was he hysterical?
A little. Like you are.
But I can explain it, it was a colleague from work and I…
No, no, no, no. I didn't ask.
You don't have to justify yourself, and don't feel guilty at all.
And yes, your father cried a lot.
He was afraid of losing his son.
I wanted to tell him, but I was in no mood for lectures.
What would he say to you? He asked for information.
He's just waiting for you to talk to him about it.
Seriously?
Of course, sweetie. Don't worry.
I love you like my own mom.
Sílvia!
Hello, Bolaño. Can I come in?
I can't believe it.
Are you drunk or something? Or faking it?
I was at the union luncheon for associates.
And it was more fun than expected.
In fact, between every decision, we had drinks.
But it's fine. I feel absolutely divine.
Many thanks for reminding me that drinking feels good.
-Oh, sorry. -No, no, it's my problem.
I'd have, like, 14 drinks.
Okay, okay, okay.
The thing is I was drinking with Octavi, who, honestly, I think he's a great guy.
Octavi is being very friendly these days.
He gives me marshmallows, and candy bananas, hmm?
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
-That's odd, right? -Hmm.
What's odd is that you are sitting here instead of spooning with your boyfriend.
What boyfriend? You mean, the idiot?
-I didn't say "idiot." -You didn't, but you thought it.
Let me tell you one thing.
I always knew he was an idiot, but he was my idiot.
-And he fucked well. -Hmm.
And now, I've decided to tell him goodbye.
Because I don't make bad decisions like your antics in the stairwell, right?
Hmm. Antics scented with alcohol fumes.
Hm-hmm.
Come with me. I'm going to take you somewhere fun.
It's not a bar?
What's up? What's with that angry face?
Don't tell me the "love sucks" speech wasn't meant for me.
Come on, Rubio. I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West.
I'm just Bolaño. Period.
You really care that much about what I think?
I admire you, María.
Then stop admiring me like a Velázquez painting.
And remember that, starting next year, I won't be teaching your classes.
I came back to rest.
Sure.
Okay, Oti, I crossed a line. But I don't want any bad vibes, okay?
Shit, you made a scene in front of literally everyone, dude.
Yeah, well, but what I said is true.
Arnau.
You and I won't get back together.
Yeah. Okay.
I already moved on to different things, you know.
And I love you because you are a very good friend,
and we've been together for a long time, but…
I'm sorry.
If you had said that from the beginning,
I wouldn't have thought it was one of your crazy things.
Uh, do I do so many crazy things?
Yeah, quite a lot. And I love them.
But you also love that I'm contradictory, right?
But, but we won't get back together, okay?
No way!
-Kevin, you have the beers? -Here they are.
They go to table ten. Dino wants them in five minutes.
-Okay? -Okay.
I'll grab these.
Dad.
Hi, Pol.
Hi.
How are you, son?
-Are you okay? -Yes.
So this is the famous bar I've heard about.
Do they treat you well?
Yeah. Here, they do.
Well, then I'm happy for you. And now you buy me a shot.
Pol, my dear, don't you think Biel could come over to our side?
Um…
Alfonso and Glòria, my parents.
Oh, my God! At your service.
You did a magnificent job with your son.
Then I hope that means you'll give us the best view for the big show.
Don't you worry.
Come with me, I'm going to get you the best table.
The Satanassa Airlines Company is grateful for the trust you give us,
so you can forget your horribly boring lives.
But first, I have some bad news. I'm not performing.
What a bunch of hypocrites.
A deaf friend is came over today. We hung out, gesturing wildly.
They think I'm having fun,
but we're really discussing her brother's chemo.
So I'm going to take a seat,
and let all of you enjoy our captain's marvellous performance.
First, a confession.
I taught him everything he knows, baby.
I hope we don't crash the plane.
Let's take off with Dino!
Bravo!
-That was great. -Yes.
Give me a minute. I want to introduce you to two people.
One of them is a professor of Ethics
and a master of Philosophy.
She's the very best in the pantheon of university professors.
I won't say her name, I don't want María Bolaño to get angry.
María Bolaño.
The other one is a student of hers, the legend from Greece.
A natural-born philosopher. Come up here with me.
Apollo Rubio!
All right. Apollo. I really like it.
Bravo!
-Come on, say something. -What do I say?
How should I know? Make up a prize, for example.
And give an acceptance speech, what do I know?
But be brief. Be Apollo the brief.
Um, a prize? Well, uh…
I'm going to tell you what my prize is. Um…
My prize is knowing that since I was born,
there's been someone that made sure that I had breakfast,
or who wouldn't be able to fall asleep when he knew I couldn't sleep.
This person has suffered a lot because he feels guilty
for not being able to give us everything he thought we deserved.
Life hasn't been kind to him.
But he still carries on telling me terrible jokes.
And I want to tell him I feel fine.
And that I know he'll be there for whatever I need.
And I can't imagine that we won't live together some day.
Dad, you are my prize.
Bravo, Apollo!
Well, congratulations on that emotional father-son moment.
That is a type of love I do believe in, parents and children.
You don't believe in teacher-student love.
Hmm, don't get maudlin.
I'm going to lose you as a teacher.
You'll find teachers just as good as me. Or perhaps, maybe even better ones.
You are Ms. Bolaño. There's only one Bolaño.
Wait, if I concentrate a bit, you might get a little tear out of me.
Stop laughing. You are an inspiration.
Can I kiss you?
A little kiss, discreet.
Forget about kisses and teachers.
Your high school teacher and I won't be there
during the most important moments of your life.
A teacher is a nice memory. Nothing else.
I mean, I won't deny we have our egos.
But it's time to fly, boy.
You're flying solo, and you'll keep making mistakes.
I am telling you as an expert in the art of making mistakes.
Look, Pol, there are people who only exist,
and people who live.
What do you prefer?
Existing? Or living?
This was so nice.
Oh, I have a son who is a treasure.
-And the taxi driver knows, too. -Huh?
You bragged the whole way home in the cab.
I think it's all true.
Hey, I've realised I am a good father after all.
I never doubted it.
-What's this? -Hmm.
Alfonso Rubio.
Can you get in?
All right.
Help me.
The suit.
There's a note.
"A beautiful suit for a wonderful gentleman. Vicky."
Oh.
Hmm.
Let's see.
Oh, my.
Rich people are very strange, Glòria.
And you are a very good person.
Hmm.
Here, go on. Just breathe it in.
Let the vapors enter your entire body.
Don't be an asshole.
I'll end up drinking what's left, and eating the ice.
So, my duty as a gentleman is to remove this whiskey from your presence?
So, María Bolaño. Don't you feel like fucking?
I don't think I'm man enough for you.
Oh. But that's not your fault.
In my house, there's nothing that can't come true.
Come on!
You still don't trust me?
Oh, there now.
Now, you turn me on.
I'm definitely not going to kiss you tonight.
It wouldn't be my first rejection.
Listen to me.
I think the more you feel like drinking, the more you need to fuck.
An escape route.
Fucking, María. A little bit of vice.
Just kiss me. One time.
And let's see how we feel.
Kiss me, and let your imagination fly.
Yeah.
So, I close my eyes.
I think of Clark Gable, and we kiss.
-That's right. -Hm-hmm.
I'm Clark Gable, and you're…
Dean Martin.
Axel!
Come down!
What's going on?
You've restored the main hall beautifully, and I wanted to tell you.
What did you say?
What's up with you tonight?
I couldn't wait until tomorrow to tell you.
It's been a very intense day, the debate went great,
but when I went in, Axel, and I saw how hard you'd worked,
it was so wonderful.
And that's why I fell even harder for you.
I know you rushed to finish it for me.
-Well, it's… -No, no, let me talk for a second.
I know I've been annoying.
I don't know what happiness is.
But I think it must be like how I feel with you.
And I don't know, and if you want and…
and you feel the same, we could be together.
And without my boring worries,
it's about time, right?
I don't want to cry.
I want you to cry.
THREE YEARS LATER
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Uh…
-That's it! -That's it.
-That's so cool. -Yeah.
-Guys! -Hey!
Oh, we're all done now.
Where's Bolaño? Have you seen her?
-Not me. -Shit, I thought she would come.
-I don't know. -Your boyfriend's over there.
-Oti. -My love.
Sílvia Montoliu.
-Professor Rubio. -How cool, I've finished my degree.
You are one of the few Philosophy survivors.
What will you do now?
Shit. And where is Bolaño?
Oh, she's still travelling around the Greek islands with Dino.
-Not some kind of holiday, huh? -You bet.
But, hey, Bolaño asked me to give a message to you.
-Yeah? -She asked me to give you…
a little discreet kiss?
There he is.
Where did you get that nice suit from, Dad?
Isn't it cool?
I have been saving it for an important occasion.
Impeccable.
Come on, wrinkle it with a hug, son.
I really did it, Dad.
I never doubted you could for a moment.
You are the strange one in the family.
Congratulations, sweetie.
Thank you, Glòria.
Hey, so Axel didn't make it today?
Well, no, he couldn't come, he was very busy with work all day.
Right, excuse me for saying it but…
-Alfonso! Stop. -Let me speak, let me speak.
Damn, I think an occasion like this calls for a day off.
I've said it, that's it.
-Oti, congratulations! -Thanks, Dad.
-Oti, honey. Oh! -Oh, Mom.
A mathematician and my daughter the philosopher.
Well, I made a few cheat sheets, okay?
Oh!
Know what that means?
Eudaimonia. I have no idea.
What's that? Latin?
-Greek. -Wow.
It literally translates as "good spirit".
It would be something like happiness.
Don't you think it might be time to consider yourself a happy person?
Of course, I've reached the "euda"… damn it!
-I've reached the happiness. -Well said.
Anyway, your first class as a teacher was a great success,
even for an old man like me.
Give me an A, Professor!
I'll make sure to give you an A plus.
Hey, I'm sorry to point this out,
but with me as your student, I think you had it pretty easy,
but as soon as you have 25 little fuckers in front of you, well…
They'll be charming little fuckers.
Come on, a picture! Let's take a photo. Let's see.
Hey, wait for me before you take it, please!
-Get in here! -Okay, I'm here!
-Come on, guys. -Okay, okay,
-Let's see. -Are we missing anyone?
Oti, a little bit more this way, come on.
Yehey!
Selfie! Selfie!
Hi, Cati.
Yes, yes, I called, I called you. I know I am being a pest, okay?
But last week at this time, you told me you'd check out the vacancies.
Hmm.
Nothing still?
Yeah.
It's just I've been waiting for a teaching position for a year now.
Hmm.
Yes, right, right. Patience, Patience.
I guess I won't spend the rest of my life painting walls.
Oh, by the way, if you want me to paint your apartment, let me know.
Okay, okay.
Very well, then, uh, I guess next week,
you'll just get another call from the annoying Pol Rubio.
Okay. Thanks. Goodbye.