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Starting from today, you will live with your father.

It's the best thing that could happen to me. -Bruno ...

I might have more luck: I break my leg while dancing and singing Bingo.

Prepared to discuss daily? Merlí, please.

It's a joke, woman. Sure we will get along very well.

- They just call me. I have a job. - You have a job.

Liar. You don't have job. You're just making it up.

Welcome to the trenches. You're the new Aristotle ...

Hm ...

- New philosophy teacher comes today, right? - Yes.

- New philosophy teacher? -The substitute.

Good morning, guys!

- It's him, my father! -Seriously? That's your...

Shut up, shut up!

My name is Merlí ... and I want you to "get hard" with philosophy.

I like that name.

I am Laia, English. Mm-hm.

Yesterday, for example, they threw me out of the flat that I had rented.

I got kicked out of the flat because I didn't pay.

What an effrontery, right?

You and I have two things in common now that I think about it:

We live at Mom's home and we don't have one euro at all.

Only I ask you not to be noticed.

You want me to come to your house tonight?

How are you? Hey.

Hi.

Is he your boyfriend? Yes.

How old is he? 27.

Come on, man ... You're attractive enough to be with someone older and experienced.

- I like someone.

- Tell me, are you hiding something? - I like someone.

-Eugeni, Ivan Blasco still doesn't come.

- Who will monitor him? - Me.

- What's wrong with this guy? - He has agoraphobia. He doesn't want to leave home.

He might seems a bit weird but he's a good student.

Hello, excuse me, are you Ivan Blasco's mother? I'm the teacher of reinforcement.

- Merlí. - Isn't it a Eugeni who should have come?

Merlí, I do not like your attitude.

You're only here for 2 days yet you're making trouble.

Plato wanted to reach the true knowledge,

the essence of things.

It's said that he essentially defined man once: "two-legged animal without feathers",

but he had to change the definition because Diogenes plucked feathers from a hen.

Go for it!

Let's see... Do you know where it comes from the phrase "platonic love"?

Let's see, who knows? Who knows? "Platonic love"? You!

Plato. It means an ideal, impossible love.

Yes, popularly is that, but it's a bad interpretation of love concept according to Plato.

For him, love is the impulse which leads to the knowledge for the idea of beauty.

# Sweetie, will you come to my home this evening? #

We'll see...

One thing is the sensible world and quite another is the world of ideas.

You are awaited at Principal's office.

Hello. Come in.

Come in.

Eugeni was about to teach Ivan Blasco at his house

But Ivan's mother told him that someone named Merlí

had came the day before.

Yes. I went to help him. What do you think I was going to do?

Sorry, but I don't believe your altruism.

Merlí, please.

You are ridiculous.

Just like when you told the kids that you are homeless

and don't have money.

It's better than insulting them.

Enough, Merlí, enough. You brought yourself in a very delicate topic.

Ivan has agoraphobia.

All I did was...

No! You know what you should do and more if you go the wrong way? All I did was...

No! You know what you should do and more if you go the wrong way?

Keep your job.

That's what you should do.

Eugeni will officially start teaching Ivan this afternoon.

I hope you keep that in mind.

I'll keep that in mind.

I hope so.

Merlí, you must be at the service of the institute,

not the insitute at your service.

Do me a favor of not skipping any more rule.

Thank you, Santi.

Who wants to cheat in the literary contest?

What does "cheating" mean?

One moment, one moment! First of all, kids, first of all: does anyone take part in the literary contest?

Very well. I propose writing a poem among us. We could base it on the

love idea according to Plato. Obviously we won't tell

anyone outside this class. It will be signed by only one of you

who will receive the prize in case of winning. One wins, we all win.

- Cool, cool! How much money is the prize? - Don't hallucinate, man: a batch of books.

- The important thing is to participate, isn't it? - No, no, no, no. The important thing is trying

to do something together and abandon this paradisiacal pastoral life.

What is he saying? This man is nutcase!

Tell me, Joan.

No, the idea is fine...

Ah, well. Thank you.

But... doesn't that against the rules?

Dammit!

Joan, man!

Boring!

Can't you make a prank for once in life?

Joan is right!

Come on, dammit, it's fun.

How long have people of your age done only what they are allowed to?

Very good reflection, Merli! Remember me to plus an extra point in your test.

Guys, seriously: let's do it! We will win. In addition, Vilaseca: you are really good at poetry.

A little... Not that much...

- Man! - Ah, really, Marc? Do you read poetry?

I've learned a sonnet by Shakespeare for theater lessons.

Man, come on.

Recite it, man!

Come on!

Silence, the others.

"Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend, nor services to do, till you require".

Yes sir!

Very well!

BRAVO!

Well done, man!

Bravo!

- Pol! Hey, Pol! Charge your batteries or I'll change my favorite. - Bullshit! Merli, now I'll show you that I'm your favorite:

What do you think if we write an erotic poem?

Cool!

I like it!

I want proposals, verses, ideas. Come on, go: take inspiration!

- "Paradisiacal pastoral life"... I can't find it, man. - It means that we are lazy and we don't strive.

That's why he wants to turn us on with the porn poem.

Buah! Merli is... I love him. The idea of cheating is... I want more hours of Merli! He's amazing.

Keep calm! Keep calm, Geri, Keep calm.

The girls freaked out when I've recited Shakespeare!

What are you saying, man?

- You say to a girl "I paint my age with the beauty of your days". - So what?

And you fuck her!

- No way! - They'll think you're a fag, man!

Exactly!

No!, no! You have to offer girls something else.

- There's a lot of competition. - Yes, as Merli: he must fuck a lot...!

Yeah, look who's talking! The one who every evening goes to Berta's hairdresser's...

Yeah... but visits to her mother's hairdresser's are over.

Have you broken up?

No, no. Not yet, but... she annoys me so much, man. All day: "Love! My love! Sweetie"... Buff... She's a pain in the ass, man!

Hi, Laia!

- Buah! That one is so hot! - She's a fighter plane! (methaphor: very hot).

I'd fuck her right here!

- Yes, but... she's older... She must be 25 or so... - Much better! Wake up once and for all!

Well, better.

Laia.

You know there's faculty meeting next week?

The commission of the literary contest will have a meeting.

Ah, the pageant. Do many students join?

Not many, 20 or 30 maybe.

- Listen, here we should not talk. - Eh?

- Albert could see us. - We are coworkers.

- What's weird about it? - Please, don't insist.

You have to appear normal, Laia.

How do you want me to be normal? We have cuckolded him.

Let's see, To me, infidelity only exists

if there is infatuation, and this is not the case.

You're not in love with me. It was sex, period.

But you like me, don't you?

Do you hear yourself when you talk?

Where do you get that security so blatantly?

I know what I say?

Nothing will happen between us.

No.

I love you.

Thank you.

Will we meet today?

I have to pick up my grandmother from the day-care center.

My brother works, so I'll have to do it every afternoon.

- Can't your father go? - Yeah... sure... I have to.

You hadn't told me...

I'm telling you now. In addition, I want to take the motorbike to the repair shop.

If you bring the motorbike we can meet. Today my mother's hairdresser's is closed.

If you want, we can go there.

Berta, we're already fine this way. We meet here.

Are you breaking up with me?

Don't be upset, we're friends, aren't we?

- Dammit! Are you going to cry now? - Not because of that, leave me alone!

What's wrong? Hey?

Did you argue with your mother again?

I want to be with you because I'm very scared and I want company...

My period hasn't begun...

WHAT?!

- Berta: what the hell do you mean with your "period hasn't begun"? Explain me now! - I don't know...

- You don't know? It's impossible! - Maybe the condom broke! I don't know!

Damn it!

Ivan, open. Come on.

Don't you see this won't do.

Your mother will be angry if you don't open.

Ivan!

Ivan!

Ivan, you're stupid or what?

Fantastic.

You have done it very well. Congratulations.

Listen. I can't teach you today because I'm officially not your supporting teacher. Understand?

It would be unethical of me that I teach you

when your teacher is still Eugeni Bosc.

If you want me to come, you have to tell your mother

that you only work with me. Okay?

What do you think?

No, girl. I made it up.

Wait. I don't get it. What did you say to Pol?

Well, he freaked out when I told him my period hadn't come yet.

And now he believes I might be pregnant

That I'm carrying a baby inside.

It's a lie. So what? He told me he was in love with me.

I've already told you he says it to all the girls.

How have you been?

- You put a face ...

Someday, you will have to tell him the truth.

- When I get tired, I can be patient. - But he must be terrified.

If you tell him...

No, I won't. I swear.

I swear.

You help me with Language this afternoon?

I'll go shopping with my mother.

Great. Going to supermarket is more important than

helping a friend with work, right?

Ok. And you have to help me with the erotic poem.

- Ok. - Ok.

But what did they teach those directors in theater school?

Now he wants me to bring home a submarine

to feel it.

For what? For me to join with it.

I told him: "Get on it and you'll see Canterbury."

Oh, what a guy. Pour me.

Did you know that your son wants to cheat in the literary contest?

We're writing an erotic poem and it will be signed only by one.

- What a great idea! - No! It's not a great idea! It's a "merlinada".

Don't go to class.

I never skive off.

Look, I give you permission to skip all Eugeni Bosch's lessons.

All teachers are bad but you, right? You're the coolest

because you encourage us to cheat... What a carefree attitude...

It's pathetic! You act as if you were a teenage boy...

I don't even know how old you are!

You don't give a shit.

You should start thinking verses, I'll ask you in class tomorrow.

Míriam.

How are you? You wanted to talk to me? Go to the office.

No, I have to run back to work.

I wanted to say that I'm worried about Ivan.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I apologize for the trouble that the philosophy teacher made.

It was a misunderstanding. How was yesterday with Eugeni?

- They didn't study. - They didn't? Why not?

Ivan did not open the door.

I guess that was because of his illness.

Well. those psychological questions are delicate.

- When I talked to the psychologist... - No, no. He doesn't want psychologist.

He doesn't?

He wants the other teacher. Merlí.

Merlí?

Yes. He wants him.

We'll have to convince him because

the volunteer teacher is Eugeni.

You understand that will not allow my child to study with someone

with whom he is not at ease.

I want him to be cured.

And to be happy.

I understand, Miriam. I understand, but ...

Ivan is the only one I have in this life.

I don't know what is so special about Merlí but I want him to take care of my child.

You are very smart.

How did you convince him?

What strategy you used to convince Ivan's mother

that it must be you who will teach her son?

- No. no strategy. - No?

She knows so well that I have more time to devote to him.

I don't work full-time, so...

You think that I'm an idiot.

but gradually, I will figure it out.

Apparently, Ivan only wants you.

Curiously.

He is the intelligent one, not me.

You've convinced him.

I don't know how but you did it.

Hey, Merlí, I don't want you to manipulate him more.

You will teach Ivan.

Now, you will compensate Eugeni by doing his duty hours.

Just so you know. That cannot be done.

You can't do it? Do you want me to call the inspector?

I don't care.

What? I'll call them.

I've written two verses... Something trashy, I think...

It's just me or my father is crazy?

I think he is funny.

Hey!

Don't say "hi"!

Leave him alone, he has problems. Not because of you.

- What happened? - Um, nothing...

No, come on: what? Tell me.

Nothing happens.

- Come on! - I can't. I can't! You haven't told me who you are in love with.

Ohhh! I'll tell you, but you first.

Pol has broken up with Berta.

Really?

- And he's scared because he thinks she is pregnant. - And why did she tell him that?

Because she wanted to scare him because he wanted to break up.

I don't understand why you are her friend. She makes you follow her

like a puppy.

- You always get jealous of Berta. - Me?

Yeah. I'm going to think you're in love with me...

- I've written some verses for the poem too. - Really?

Yeah...

Will you read it in front of your father?

Very well.

Hello, Merlí. Hey.

Have you seen Eugeni?

- I haven't. - You haven't? I have to talk to him.

He asked me for an article for his blog.

Oh nice. That will give you prestige.

Hi.

Toni was looking for you.

Did you tell him that you and I...?

- You think I'm crazy? - Ah, okay, okay.

- Hey, you come home this afternoon? - No.

I stayed with Albert.

- But you who do you want to be with? - Please, enough.

I already feel guilty.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... Forget the Jude-Christian guilt.

Did you have a good time?

Yes or no?

- Yes. - So did I.

Do you want to stay?

In your house.

- Leave me alone! You are hurting me!

So?

My period hasn't begun yet.

How can you be so calm? I haven't slept all night!

I'm trying to think about other things. Do you think that I like it? I'm nervous too!

Take the test!

I can't wait any longer, Berta. I'm freaking out! We go now to the hospital or wherever you want, but now!

I'm scared.

Scared? The sooner we know, the better!

NO!

- Who brings material for the poem? - Me!

All right. Come on. Silence, the others.

Ok, just two verses: "Like a wild horse, I gallop looking for your image".

- What? What are you laughing at? Do it yourselves! - It's very good.

No, no, no, no. I really like the horse idea. It's a powerful animal. We could use the Trojan horse story, do you know it?

Yeah! We studied it in Literature.

Warriors hid inside a wooden horse to cross the wall.

Well, we can use that story to make an allegory: the horse is a man; the walled city, a woman.

Of course, the horse, I mean, the man wants to... penetrate the woman.

Penetrate, huh?

What's up, Vilaseca? Can't girls talk about penetration?

- Of course! - Continue, continue.

The wall is what the horse has to cross, the challenge which the lover aspires.

Come on: more ideas.

Gerard.

We can use the horse, but the horse is in front of the city... representing the woman. Doesn't matter, I got confused.

No, no, no, no. It's ok. You mean we should mention the horse and the city to introduce the poem's characters, right?

Yep...

That's fine. It might be like:

- "Like a wild horse..." - "At the gates of the city".

Well done, Tania. "At the gates of the city".

- "I seek your image..." - Buah! I'm getting a boner!

Let's see: a word which rhymes with "city" (ciudad)?

Bitchy (putead).

I think is cooler "I'm a wild horse" instead of "like a wild horse". It sounds better.

"I'm a wild horse...".

Let's think all: a word which rhymes with "city".

I've got it!

"a beauty" (una preciosidad).

The woman is a beauty that rhymes with "city".

Dammit, girl! You're triumphing!

- Very well: "It's a beauty".

You! But don't be an idiot!

Hey! Joan has a poem and he doesn't want to read it!

- Shut up, girl! - Come on!

Leave him alone, if he doesn't want to read it!

Come on! Read it!

Come on!

Don't make us beg! Come on!

Come on, man! Read it!

Come on!

Come on, Joan. come on: no fear!

I've done it fast, you won't like it.

You're a machine! You always gets Excellents!

Man! Read it!

- But it's that... I don't know... no... - Come on, Joan: read it, because if not, you'll regret. Come on.

"Even though your eyes can't see me..."

The next who laughs will be expelled.

"Even though your eyes can't see me, I'm already part of you, like water from the Earth.

I envy the Wind, who can touch you whole.

THE FUCKING MASTER!

Man! Sign me an autograph!

Well done, man!

THE FUCKING MASTER!

Sign me an autograph, right now!

Well done, I'll take it.

Who else has written verses at home? Bruno!

"When you touch your cock, means that you haven't fucked since many time ago".

No, that doesn't work. That's not erotic. It's porn.

Bruno, you will sign the poem.

And if we win, you will go up to collect the prize.

-¡Uh!

- Shit! Man, my mother has made it of ham again... - Man, I don't know! Make it by yourself!

She makes it, I don't ask her!

Bruno has succeed with the porn verse!

I've freaked out!

- Sometimes he is out of line with Santi too... - He will have problems at home today. As the teacher is his father...

Man? What's wrong?

Nothing...

You have broken up with Berta, haven't you?

- I told you not to! She's very hot! - Just fucking shut up!

Marc, Marc, Marc! Leave him alone. I know what happens.

What are you saying?

I know what happens with Berta.

- Who told you that? Tania?

Keep calm! We'll help you to change diapers.

- What are you doing? What are you doing, man? - What are you doing, you bastard!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

It was a joke, dammit!

What are you doing?

Man, what's going on?

But how old are you?

You're lucky you've just been expelled for one day.

Blood tastes too bad...

I was going to tell Pol... I made him a joke, and...

He's hysterical.

Yeah... Now I'm not telling him. He is a son of a bitch. I hate him...

You don't hate him, Bruno.

- You've been friends for years. - I was going to tell him that Berta is lying to him.

I'm an idiot: I feel pity for a gobshite.

Pity?

Only?

Why don't you want to tell me who you are in love with?

Pol.

- Doesn't your father know you're gay? - No way!

I suck, don't I?

No, you don't suck.

A bit...

In Secondary I always got in troubles. Now it's been some time since this hasn't happened.

I'm like... I don't know... I haven't controlled myself.

I don't know what the hell happens to you and Bruno.

You mysteriously silent throughout the lesson;

and he dynamites me with pornographic verses.

And he says I get myself noticed!

And now the blow... What happened? Bruno never gets into fights.

- I lost control, dammit! - Well, you should control your impulsiveness.

You are right...

I was out of line...

You don't have to say it to me.

I'll talk to Bruno.

So this is the room where you are sent when you are expelled?

Well, I've just decided I'll receive here students who have questions about the subject.

No teacher has his own office, and there are more teachers on guard.

Just because it's always been that way doesn't mean it always has to be that way.

- I'll go to see Bruno this evening.

He won't be at home this evening. He has dance lessons.

- Oops. - What?

- Bruno dances?

- Yes... Shit, I didn't have to say it.

Yes, yes, he dances.

He likes dancing.

But do me the favor of not telling anyone.

He doesn't want anyone to know. Things of your idiotic age.

Ok, ok.

Go and ask for forgiveness.

Have you ever apologized?

Byebye, Pol.

So the kid laughed at me.

Then I got mad at him.

Those third year high school student have changed.

Yes, I know that.

They are very rude.

You already know, authority and patience.

What remedy.

- Hi. - Hey.

Eugeni, I want to talk to you.

I don't have time.

I realize that what I have done with Ivan isn't nice.

I shouldn't have done it without your consent.

Excuse me?

Fuck.

What else do you want? I'm apologizing.

Apology accepted.

Good luck with the guards.

- Toni, I want to talk to you about something. - Yes. Tell me.

The philosophy's syllabus is very wide.

Students have difficulty understanding some concepts.

I could provide some hours

for those who want to ask me about anything.

Could I use the guardroom because I'll spend many hour there?

I understand now.

That's why you apologized Eugeni in front of me, right?

So you could ask me this privilege.

No, no, Toni. That's not my style.

I just ask a space for the students which is what they need.

After class.

You can meet them in the Department of Language.

But there are other teachers.

No teacher can have visiting hours in private rooms.

Most parents can not explain these concepts.

It's a practical issue.

AMPA: La Asociación de Madres y Padres de Alumnos: Association of Students' Parents. Toni, I think the AMPA with be greatful

Don't say what you do is for AMPA AMPA: La Asociación de Madres y Padres de Alumnos: Association of Students' Parents. Toni, I think the AMPA with be greatful

Don't say what you do is for AMPA

You do it for you.

On the first day, You already taught me the cards.

What you want is to be alone in a place

away from other teachers.

Yes, I admit. I'm very independent

and I understand a thousand times better with the students.

Listen. I only ask for about 6 hours

spreading throughout the week.

I can do it together with my guard duty.

or in free time.

I think it could go well for me and for them, too.

Six hours during school hours, if the room is not occupied.

Very good. You've convinced me.

You see? Telling the truth.

Save yourself the manipulations for me. Do me a favor.

One, two, Three.

Raise your chin, Bruno.

Five, six, seven.

And right foot. Start again.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven.

We stand.

And right foot.

Perfect. We stop here. We will continue tomorrow.

- You kept pretty quiet about this...

Did my father tell you I was here?

He let it slip.

What do you want, Pol?

Does it hurt?

Man, I don't know...!

I'm very nervous, you know why...

If Berta is pregnant, I'll die...

Aren't you in love with Berta anymore?

No, I never fall in love.

I'm like this.

What a shitty day!

See you at school, ok?

Pol! Wait!

Berta is not pregnant.

She made it up about her period because you wanted to break up.

Really?

Dammit! I can't believe it!

What a bitch!

I'll see you in class!

Bruno!

You dance fucking great!

Yes.

[How did Pol know you have dance class???]

[Guess] [Merli????]

[Fucking Merlí]

- Damn shit! - Didn't you tell me he wouldn't be here?

Give it to me!

- This can't be happening to me! - Why are you back so soon from dance lessons, son?

NO! SON, NO! I want a DNA test!

You have inherited your grandmother's genes. Work in the theater. Work in the theater, you will succeed.

Dad...! Shut up!

If Albert knows...

Were you practicing for your erotic poem?

Do you want some fuet?

Do you realise what you've done, Dad?

Dammit! What time is it? Ivan Blasco is waiting for me at his home.

- You do as if nothing was wrong... - In fact nothing happens if I'm late. He'll be there for sure.

Dad!: Laia has a boyfriend! The Physical Education teacher!

Laia has come voluntarily. If she cheats that guy, it's not my problem.

- No, no! Don't dramatize! - I don't dramatize! And get dressed, dammit! You're naked!

Ok! Calm down!

- Luckily you are here! I'm so nervous... - Do you already know anything?

No...

I talked to my father and I've told him everything.

What did you tell him, idiot?

That we may have a child.

WHAT?

- He will help us. Now let's your home, talk to your mother... - No, no, no, no! I don't want to talk to anyone!

Why not?

Because I'm not pregnant.

I already know you're not, bitch!

Bruno told me you invented it!

- I'd like being preg... - No! Don't touch me, Berta!

Don't touch me!

Do you know the dirty trick you've done to me, chick?

Do you know how bad I felt?

Deceiving me with false feelings isn't a bastard trick? Making me believe you loved me just to fuck?

I already know it! But don't compare, chick!

DAMMIT! Making me believe that you're pregnant?

You're not right in the head!

Guys think you're a fucking hero, but girls think you are a cocky, moron and a hypocrite!

But I love you...

I don't want to be with you anymore.

Specially after what you've done to me.

You've screwed me and I've screwed you. We are in peace.

[Berta: Do you know how to keep a secret?]

[Tania: Sorry. You're right. I told Bruno.]

[Berta: You're a bitch.]

[Tania: I didn't know he would tell Pol. I'm sorry.]

[Berta: Don't talk to me.]

Fuck.

Since today is the first day of class,

We start with the most important subject.

Philosophy.

Today, Plato.

I'll tell you a story.

The myth of the cavern.

Turn off the light.

Sit down.

Hey, this room is a mess The next day, I want it clean.

Agree?

Sit down.

Look, this is a cavern.

Inside the cavern,

There are some men who are tied by their foot and neck

for a long time.

They can only look forward.

Behind them is a wall.

And beyond the wall, a fire.

The men who maintain the fire

move some figures over the wall.

which are projecting on the wall of the cavern.

You see?

Prisoners think that the shadows which are reflected

are real.

Because that's the only think they can see. Are you following?

One of the men...

gets free from the chains

and comes out of the cave.

The sun blinds his eyes,

but gradually, he gets used to the light

and discovers that reality ...

is what on the outside.

Not the shadows of the cave.

Ivan, look at me.

Look at me.

I'll get you out of the cavern.

Santi, take 3rd and 4th year students to the hall.

And you, Merlí, the first year.

And hang this next to Reception, please.

Yes?

Excuse me. Are you the janitor?

I have the face of a janitor?

I don't know

What do you want?

I want to give my son the keys.

[Merlí is using the personal pronoun "usted" (=you), which is considered more formal than "tú" (=you), to address the woman] Do you want me give them to him?

You don't need to use "usted" with me.

You (usted) don't use "tú" with me, either. What are those?

Look, I don't have time to lose.

When you get at his home there is an ice-cream shop, you go down... and it's as if it were a...

What a blow!

What a fool!

Come on! Up!

- I'm fine, I'm not hurt. It's done. It has been the funny bone. It's done. - Are you ok?

Sure?

Yeah! Leave me alone!

Berta!

Are you still mad at me?

Girl! You've been weird with me for a week! I apologised! I didn't know that Bruno would tell Pol.

You should have thought about it before.

And now what? Will we be this way the entire school year?

What if we go to the canteen and I invite you?

So?

You're right. Nor is plan we'll be this way the entire school year.

But be careful about what you tell!

Kids! All to the meeting room! The contest awards ceremony is starting!

Come on! We'll win!

Have you thought any speech in case we win?

No... What do you want me to say?

You could dance!

Very well. And now we turn to the poetry category.

Let's see...

The third prize has been unawarded.

Whoops! What a pity!

Yes. But the second prize has a winner:

The jury has decided to award the second prize to the poem "Erotic Troy".

GREAT!

This poem was signed with a pseudonym: "Peripatetic". And his author collects the prize: Bruno Bergeron.

Hi. I'd like to dedicate this prize to my class...

YES SIR!

And... I want to say that it wouldn't have been possible without them.

And that's it.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute, Bruno! Wait. I'd like to say something. I want to say something with jury's permission.

He won't dare to say it's ours.

This guy is crazy!

Let's see... I just want to say that this poem wasn't written only by Bruno.

I mean: it was written by all students in Peripatetics' class, who accepted my proposal.

What the fuck!

And we learned two things:

Working in group and pleasure for writing.

And I want to congratulate them because they've kept a secret.

Just 15 days and you skipped the rules again.

Toni, please. They have learned to do something together.

- I told you before.

- You talk about working together but you don't know how to teamwork. - I told you before.

- You talk about working together but you don't know how to teamwork.

I only think of my students.

The peripatetics.

Don't tell me how to teach. Philosophy is my territory.

Philosophy, yes. Not poetry.

Both are based on Plato's idea of love.

Just ask them and see they know it by heart.

We could give them an exam today and they would get outstanding result.

Yes, it's great.

I like that they are learning with different method.

But you are revolutionizing the henhouse,

And this was very quiet until you came along.

Calm down. They only participate in the literary contest.

10 out of 300 students. And do you know why?

Because they believe that they can't write.

Because nobody has nerve.

How the whole class participating in the contest does any harm?

You told Bruno that, right?

After having embarrassed him in front of everybody.

You could have saved it.

When you cheat, you don't have to say it out.

Or else, it wouldn't be cheating. Did you have to tell the truth?

Listen, Merlí ...

I know you know how to motivate students better than anyone,

That's why I like having you here. But I don't want troubles.

Try to make your talent more discreet, dammit.

Now, get out.

There is a queue of teachers who want to complain

And I'm supposed to save your ass.

Come on, Toni! Throw it!

Seems you have butterfingers, kid!

Hi.

Hi Bruno. All right?

Yes... My father has messed it up again, as always...

It's his style...

I like him.

Really?

Come on! Throw it! He's a curious guy.

Very, very curious...

Do you want me to tell you any of his curiosities?

Everyone is talking about you. And I feel bad when someone talks about you.

You feel bad because you feel guilty.

You shouldn't take it that tremendously, Laia. This what happens to us is fantastic!

In addition: we haven't met for days.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

You teach to keep secrets, but your son hasn't learned.

Albert! Alb...!

DON'T TOUCH ME!

Fuck.

Then came the turkey. And he told the truth that we wrote that poem together.

and that he's proud of us.

He did that? In front of everyone?

Yes, yes. Gee!

Bruno wanted to die on stage.

Poor him.

He is unbelievable.

Merlí is unbelievable, really.

I think he's brilliant.

What teacher manages to encourage teenage students to write an poem?

You guys think poetry is shit.

Yeah. Everything is in rhythm.

I have to know Merlí.

No mom. Don't come close to the institute.

If this is for something good, I want to congratulate him.

I know. But I don't want you to come. Ok?

It's not ok. It's childish that mothers...

- Shit. You'll go, right? - Yes.

Hi.

Hi.

Sit down.

I crashed into a door.

Are you hurt?

Eh? No.

I think I'm going to sleep.

No, wait, wait.

Open this book.

"The banquet"?

In that book,

Plato describes many ways to love.

Out there is the world of the living.

Don't forget that you also are a part of it.

How many lives do you think you have?

Only one life!

Pol Rubio, Bruno Bergeron ...

Thank you for taking part in.

A fucking 4.

Do you learn that impertinence at home?

The best thing you can do is study for the next exam

- which is in 3 days. - What?

Eugeni has it in for me.

We have talked about this, right?

He hates me because I'm your son. We have talked about this, right?

He hates me because I'm your son.

Well, I bring a new student. Her name is Monica de Villamore.

- Wipe the drool. - I think I'm in love.

You admit that you unfairly failed him.

No way. He failed, that's all.

Tell little Bergeron to study more

for the examination after tomorrow.

You said if we have question, then...

Yes, Philosophy questions, not how to flirt.

But you don't have any, I don't know, technique or something like that?

Technique?

- You guys are going to study at your house? - What?

He is not like you.

We're friends, right? That's it.

How old were you when your mother died?

Nine.

Damn, so many questions, right?

Gerard is delighted with your classes

and I love to see him happy. I appreciate.

I'm late for work.

Goodbye, Merlí. Goodbye.