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Viruca. Viruca!

- What are you doing here?
- Take the chain off.

- We need to talk.
- Why the fuck are you here?

- Viruca.
- How dare you use that key!

- This is my apartment. Understand?
- I'm worried about you.

You won't pick up the phone.
You don't answer my text messages. Viruca!

Please, Mauro. Not you, okay? Don't...

- Don't touch me!
- Viruca. Viruca!

- Tell me what happened.
- Don't pressure me.

I am this close to burning it all down.
Get out of here.

- Open the door, and let's talk.
- Get out! Stop!

Viruca, please!

Leave me alone!
There's nothing to talk about, you idiot!

Viruca!

Leave!

Leave, or I'm calling the fucking police!
Get out!

Viruca.

Viruca.

Germán? Hello. I'm home.

I bought one of those cinnamon candles
she likes so much.

And look how beautiful this plant is.

What's wrong?

It's over now.

A minute ago, your mother passed away.

What?

Those fuckin' seagulls.

Oof. Oh, shit.

- Nightmares again?
- Mm-hmm.

Always the same one.

What are you doing?

I'm organizing what we're taking
to Novariz and what's staying.

Which edition of Variable Cloud
do you wanna take?

You've got three.

You could dial down your excitement
about leaving.

It's not even nine yet.

Good morning.

Nanook!

- Hey, sweetheart.
- Hi.

Like to tell me about the nightmare?

- Uh-uh-uh.
- Are you sure?

- Mm.
- Hmm?

Mm?

When am I going to stop dreaming
about her?

Raquel, just think of how good
this change will be for us.

- Such an amazing opportunity.
- Yeah.

Here.

- Can you take these to my mom's apartment?
- Yeah, okay.

- I'm gonna miss you so much.
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

It's a two-hour drive away.

Two hours. Think about it, okay?

The kids are going to adore you.
You'll forget about me. You'll see.

- No, never happen.
- No?

- Let's go.
- Fine, let's go.

- Come visit us.
- I will.

Have a safe trip!

- No.
- Huh?

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

- I think I left my note cards in A Coruña.
- What note cards?

The ones I use to teach my class.
Can you see if they're in that box?

- So what?
- If not, we might have to turn around.

This isn't your first time teaching.
You always get like this,

and in the end, you do great.

- I won't.
- I'll look.

No. It's been so long
since I've been in front of a class.

And what's worse is that I've never gone
this long without teaching.

I have to do a good job.
You don't know what kids are like.

- They find your weak spot, you're fucked.
- You're so overdramatic.

No, I'm not.
It's… it's that they sniff out your fear.

They're like those drug-sniffing dogs
at the airport. Just like that.

Did you find them?

- Are they blue?
- Yes. No. No, no. Don't read them.

- You'll laugh at me.
- It's okay.

You're so cute when you're nervous.

This time,
it's gonna be like I'm a teacher for real.

Do you think I'll make friends
with the any of the other teachers?

All my other jobs,
they only lasted two or three weeks.

There wasn't any time
to get to know anyone.

Absolutely.

Do you think I'll be able to do this?

I mean, maybe I'm not really ready
to go back to work now.

Oh, sweetheart.

NOVARIZ HIGH SCHOOL

Hey, hey, hey!

Hi there.

- What's this paper for?
- It's an exam.

What kind of an exam?
There's nothing on it.

Well, be patient. Iago.

- Come here.
- Me?

Yeah, yeah. You.

On the board.

"Dying
Is an art…

…like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."

- What do you think her problem is?
- No idea. She gets weirder every day.

"I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real."

Can't read your writing, Iago.

Keep going.

There's nothing funny about this.

Well, if you don't like Sylvia Plath,
you can say so on your exam.

Keep writing.

"I guess you could say I have a call."

What's after "I guess"?

Let me do it. Move.

What's goin' on
with your boyfriend?

- He's...
- He didn't tell you?

- About what?
- We broke up.

What are you saying? Seriously?

You can take your seat now.

Okay, all of you.

You have half an hour to respond.
You should take time

and think before you start writing.

What were Sylvia Plath's intentions?

Could the poem be a cry for help?

- Yeah, this whole thing is a cry for help.
- Have you got a problem, Roi?

Uh, no. No.

- No problem.
- Is she announcing her death?

- Can I ask you a question?
- No.

Please. Just one?

Viruca.

- Ask me.
- Why are you so cruel?

Me?

This is obviously
about the note I left you.

But it wasn't fucking serious.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Now, get to it, or you'll run out of time.

- Hey!
- Hi.

- Need help?
- Hey.

It's all right.

- How was the drive?
- Mom.

- Hi, my boy.
- Not bad. Stiff but fine.

You can tell she didn't have to drive here
twice a month like some of us.

Oh. Raquel did the driving?

Thank goodness
your father isn't here to see that.

He never let me get my license.

Well, thank goodness
things have changed. Am I right?

I'm not so sure.
He used to tell me I had enough work to do

here at the restaurant
to worry about driving.

What?

WHORE

Oh, shit.

Concha, did you see
who did that to my car?

Someone slashed all four tires,

and they painted a big lovely word
on the side.

Did you see anything, Mijaíl?

I try not to look over there much
because it brings back bad memories.

When he went there,
he was a horrible student.

Although it's not like he's much
of a bartender now, either.

Pour me something strong, please.
Looks like I'm not driving.

What about some chocolate cake
with a coffee liqueur?

- Gin, no ice and no tonic.
- So intense.

Ah, she's a tough one.

Uh, that.

Come on. Thanks.

You teachers put up with so much
from these kids.

You don't get paid enough.

- They're getting to me, Concha.
- Never say that, sweetheart.

- You're so strong.
- Sure, I'm pretty strong, but…

…I mean, they wear you down eventually.
One day, I'll leave for good.

Come on.

- Know what's better than alcohol?
- Hmm?

Someone who listens to you,
and not an old woman like me.

Someone your age. A friend.
Don't you have anyone like that?

- Hmm.
- Too bad.

Because sharing your problems
would really help.

You'll find someone special
to talk to, you'll see.

- And now dessert.
- Seriously?

- Oh, wow.
- No, no. Please, I can't eat another bite.

- Raquel, you gonna hurt my feelings?
- Okay, but just a little.

Much better.

- There you are. What's with him?
- Thank you.

He's already got problems
with his prostate?

That's the third time he's left.

If things aren't working out in bed,
I've got some pills that'll do the trick.

Please don't say such nasty things.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

- And so, are you excited?
- Hmm?

It's great
you got assigned to a high school here.

Yeah.

It's the most beautiful school in Galicia.

That's an exaggeration, Mom.

How so? You've seen a better one?

Well, actually, it's hard to believe, um,

that a school
that looks like that is public.

What did I miss?

Why don't we toast
to us all being together?

It's not all of us,

so there's not much to celebrate.

Well, Mom, we have to enjoy life
at some point, right?

Your father was buried
less than three months ago.

I don't see the rush.

Or a reason for joy.

- Do you, Raquel?
- Hmm?

How much time did it take
when your mother died?

Well, um…

…a lot.

Hmm.

- I got to go get ready for bed.
- Are you tired?

No, but I want to be well-rested
for school tomorrow morning.

- Everything was delicious.
- Thank you.

Good night. I'm heading upstairs.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Seriously, Mom?
No wonder she never wants to come here.

Give it a rest, Germán.

Let's have some peace and quiet.

She still having a hard time?

No, she's better now.
But those kinds of comments don't help.

- Still here? Are you comin' up?
- In a minute.

Hmm. I already talked to her.

She's been impossible
for the past few months.

Well… people deal with death
in different ways.

Although, you got the worst of it.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Did you do something?

Like what?

Don't listen to her. It's because…

…I hung around here so much,
I lost all her respect.

- Sure.
- And she thinks I'm like a kid.

Quela, pretty soon we can rent a house
for ourselves, huh?

I've had enough of her.

Hmm? Hmm?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm just really tired.

Hey, Quela.

What's wrong?

Huh?

Germán…

You went to the bathroom four times.
Even your brother noticed.

So what?

Seriously?

I mean, I don't know what's ballsier,
snorting coke in front of your family

or lying to my face.

I didn't snort anything.

- I swear.
- Really?

It's been forever since I did that.
And we did it together.

- Yeah.
- Don't you remember?

So, tell me.
Why all the trips to the bathroom?

Um, I didn't want to explode.

I love my family,
but seeing how my mother treats you…

…I go to the bathroom
to calm myself down.

But I promise you
that next time, I won't hide.

I promise.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Besides,

if I was high on coke,
would I be like this?

- Germán…
- What? Come on, just a quickie.

Wait until we've got our own place, okay?

All right. I only wanted to do it now
so we don't forget how it's done.

You know that I love you.

Hmm.

I'll be upstairs.

I love the power of her verses.

Hypocrites should all just die.
Don't you think, Teach?

Mom?

Why do you look so surprised?

Um…

What are you doing here?

What are you doing with my note cards?

Oh, Raquel.

You're scared to death.
What will I do with you?

Give me those.
Why would you take them?

They were in one of the boxes.

Are you moving in here?

You haven't even buried me,
and you're gone.

Mom… don't you know you're dead?

"Dead," she says.

Oh, you say the funniest things.

Hmm.

Why can't I hear it?

Germán.

- Germán.
- Hmm?

Someone's crying. Don't you hear it?

Mm, yeah. It's my mother.

She gets like that.

Really?

Why don't you go comfort her?

No, she'd rather we left her alone.

- Try to sleep.
- How am I supposed to sleep?

Poor thing.

Oh, shit.

Hi there. Could I get an espresso?

Espresso?
Wouldn't you prefer some milk in it?

An espresso
will burn a hole in your stomach.

- No, my stomach can handle anything.
- You got it.

- Slice of cake, fresh out of the oven?
- Uh-uh.

Mijaíl, get inside.

Always smoking.

- Thank you.
- You the new gal?

Excuse me?

Where are my manners?
You ain't from around here, are ya?

No. No, I'm not.

I could see that in an instant.

Your age, your clothes,

and a youthful eagerness
in your bright eyes.

I mean, I like it,

seeing how excited y'all are to work here.

And there are so many walking dead
around here, it looks like a funeral home.

And after the factory closed,
everything went downhill.

I see.

Here you go.

Everyone's first coffee is on the house.

And let me know
what you think about those kids.

Ana.

It's kinda true.

Anyway, you don't know.
She could be just having a bad week.

- God.
- Roi.

Nice.

Looks like she was having a few
while she was grading papers...

- Have something to say, Roi?
- Oh, no, Viruca. I'm sorry.

And what about mine?

- You and I will talk later, Nerea.
- Why?

Because I don't want to talk
to you right now.

I don't want to humiliate you.
You've got a lot of explaining to do.

Look, whatever you have to say to me,
you can say it in front of everyone.

If you don't, people will talk.

- What about?
- Nothing.

No, no.

- What will they say?
- You know perfectly well.

I thought someone with a critical mind
like yours would be above stupid gossip.

And I thought a teacher like you

wouldn't act like a cliché
out of a bad fiction.

- What are you accusing me of?
- You don't know? I have to spell it out?

- Did you see the graffiti on your car?
- Drop it!

Wow. Look who stepped up to defend you.

- What's your fuckin' problem?
- This is my fucking problem.

- This body ain't yours anymore.
- Get out.

- Fuck off!
- No, both of you. Both of you, out.

- Me? But I'm defending you.
- Both of you!

Who doesn't have their exam yet?

Here, then.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

Okay, okay, okay.
Everyone, calm down.

Calm down. Take your seats, okay?

The heteropatriarchy, for centuries,
has been feeding all of us lies.

When we are
more than 50% of the population,

they told us that we were a minority,
and we believed them.

They told us that we were the weaker sex,

while they won their wars
with chemical weapons

and fucking drones.

And still, we ate up their bullshit.

I don't know
if I should applaud or heckle her.

- Since when was Nerea political?
- You need an explanation?

I'll show you the reading material
our friend gave her.

If they don't have
what it takes to break it…

Are… are you the new hire?

- Yes. Hi there. Raquel.
- Hi. Ramón. Mathematics.

- And Iria.
- Hello.

She tortures them with English.

Why is it
that when five scumbags beat

and raped a girl in Pamplona,
we bitched about it on Twitter?

We protested for one day. One day!

Why didn't we burn Pamplona to the ground?

And when the judges released those men,

why didn't we fucking
burn the country down?

Not all of our students have
such incendiary arguments as Nerea.

Most of them are just silly teenagers.
Nothing to say.

They're lucky
if they string together a sentence

with a subject, verb, and predicate.

One of us kills herself,
and what do we say?

"Poor thing.
She must have had trouble at home.

At school."

But you know that there is not
a single suicide of a woman

that is not the fault
of the heteropatriarchy.

Whether it be by their violence
or by their silence,

they kill us, and they keep on killing us.

And I wonder, how much longer?

- How much longer? How much longer?
- You said it!

Whoo! Bravo!

- Bravo!
- Nerea!

Tell me this isn't your first time
teaching a class.

- No, no, no.
- Are you sure?

I can see your little wide-eyed face.

And this thing of arriving early,
I don't know.

- Good morning.
- Morning. Hello.

- This is Raquel.
- Hello.

These are your colleagues.
You'll get to know them.

Nice to meet you.

I've got your class schedule right here.
Right here.

The list of students…

I need a couple of signatures,
and we're done.

- Go ahead.
- Huh?

Here, right here.

- Here?
- Yes.

Don't worry. They're good kids, you know.

I always tell the teachers,
if you go blank,

remember, you know more than them.

- Always.
- Good.

On any subject, on anything,
you know more. Much more.

All right.

Don't worry if they seem a little moody
or sensitive the first few days.

But if anything comes up,
my office door is always open.

And don't try to face it alone
or play the heroine or the martyr.

- We've seen enough of that around here.
- Okay.

You come and talk to me.
I think there's nothing left to say.

Any questions?

- No. At the moment, no.
- Wonderful.

Great meeting you, and good luck tomorrow
on your first class.

Thanks.

You don't need to worry
about being nervous, you know.

- Um, there's a lot to get used to.
- Yeah.

By the way, I'm Isa.

Nice to meet you.

You're the new hire?

Raquel. Yeah.

I don't know
what the hell the people

from the Xunta were thinking,
sending someone like you.

They'll crush you in two days,
you hear me?

Two days.

Don't hold it against him.

He's having a hard time
with his wife and all.

Look at what I got.

What are you doing with that? Put it away.

- Where did you get it?
- What? You a pussy?

- Fuck you.
- I brought it for you.

- No.
- We'll try it at the hot springs later.

What are you saying?

You can't go on pretending
like nothing's wrong.

- What the fuck is the matter? Huh?
- Hey, Iago. Iago! She's watching.

What? You have a problem?

No.

Whoa!

- Come on. Don't freak her out, dude.
- Have a good day.

- Bye.
- She almost pissed herself.

MISSING

Shit, Viruca. I just heard
what happened to your tires.

- Hmm.
- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Now what?

What are you gonna do without a car?

Well, they lent me a new one.

And you really don't have to worry
about me.

We got a divorce, remember?

I NEED TO SEE YOU.

NO.

I'M LOSING MY MIND. WE NEED TO TALK.

NO.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

DO SOMETHING WITH WHAT I GAVE YOU,
OR I'LL TALK. FUCK IT.

- Hey!
- Watch where you're goin'!

- You some kind of asshole?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Dumbass!
- What the fuck?

Seriously?

Fuck this.

Germán!

Yes?

Yeah?

Don't treat me like an idiot ever again…

and make me believe
I'm seeing things that aren't there.

- Got it?
- What happened?

- What happened?
- Yeah.

Well, this was a mistake.

Coming here, pretending
I was actually ready to teach again.

But do you know
what was even a bigger mistake?

Believing our marriage
was gonna be magically fixed.

I don't know what this is about.

- Oh, you don't know? Fine.
- At all.

Look. If you do coke again,
that's your problem.

But do not lie to me, okay?

Don't know why you brought me here.

Let's go to the springs.

You'll love 'em. You'll see.
Okay. But first, we need to get high.

- Wait.
- What do you mean, high?

Well, just wait.

- Come on. Dude, is that…?
- You'll see.

Mm!

- Mm!
- Ugh.

Try it. Come on, man.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Bitch. Motherfucker!

- Come on, Roi!
- Wait up!

Ahh!

- Is it nice?
- It feels great.

- Whoa.
- Are you taking your camera out?

Sure, of course.

Don't you wanna take pictures of me
without clothes, holding my gun?

There's nothing better
than the steam from the hot springs.

The sooner you stop being freaked out,
the better.

- Look, it's just that...
- Okay?

You're the worst, man.

You're… you're insane.
You're fuckin' insane.

- Okay.
- Pose.

Hey!

- Come on.
- And go. All right.

- Take your first shot. Let's see.
- Yeah.

- That works.
- Whoo!

- Okay. Good.
- Whoa.

- I can already feel the high.
- You're high, man.

- Don't you feel it?
- Fuck yeah, I do.

Come on, Mr. Photographer,
I'll do whatever you ask.

Whatever you fuckin' want, okay?

- Uh, shit. I don't know.
- Say it, and it's done.

- Fuck, what do you want?
- Um, can you get in the water?

Me?

Mm-hmm.

You're going to?

I am.

You?

Sure, man!

Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

- What are you lookin' at?
- Me? Nothing.

- Nothing.
- What are you looking at?

Whew.

Get in there.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

- Fuck yeah.
- Is it good?

Whew.

Come on.

- Yeah. Looking good. It's good.
- Like this?

- Yeah, hold that. That's it.
- Huh?

Ah…

- Come on, get in here.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This shot's gonna be so great.

Like this?

Right, right.

Yeah.

- Are you tryin' to fuck with me?
- Yeah, yeah.

Are you fuckin' with me?

Should I blow my balls? Huh?

Uh, what are you saying?

Should I blow my balls off? Huh?

- Dude, what...
- Go. Come on, take it.

Like this. Like a gangster.
Take it. Come on, man.

Come on, Nanook.
Look how pretty it is. Come on, boy.

Totally crazy.

- What else can I do?
- I don't know. Whatever you want.

I'll just keep taking pictures.

Come on. Let's go.

- Now let's take a fuckin' selfie.
- Okay.

Are you ready?

I'm gonna kill you. I'll kill you.

Gonna look cool.

Hey.

What the fuck?

- They'd better not come ruin our party.
- No.

- Take this.
- Keep going.

- Keep on working.
- Nanook!

- Are you talkin' to me?
- You talkin' to me? Huh?

- Fuck you.
- Hey!

Nanook!

- Stupid mutt.
- Come here.

- Come!
- Get the fuck out of here. Hey!

- Get lost! Get the fuck away, you!
- Hey, you.

- Go on.
- Don't point your gun at my dog.

Shit. It's the new teacher.

She talks.

What are you doing with a gun?

Don't worry. It's empty.

It's not even loaded.

What are you doing?

- Uh, we're just...
- Nothing really. Posing for my friend.

This body's worth that, right?

Besides, you got here at the right time.

I'm about to take it all off for you.
Wanna see?

What? Check it out.

What?
You know you want it. Everyone does.

Do you think I've never seen a naked man
or a limp dick before?

- Get it up if you want me to.
- No.

You're just a kid
trying to impress an adult woman.

But you're wasting your time.

Get your dumb dog outa here.

- Okay. Take your fuckin' pictures.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

I've been waiting for ya.
I thought you weren't comin' back.

- I was at the hot springs.
- I'm a total asshole.

Forgive me.

I made you take this job,
I brought you to this madhouse,

and then I go and fuck it up,

but I swear I won't do it again. I swear...

You know what?
I think I'll be able to teach here.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Good.

Let's go upstairs.

Yeah.

- Ow, ow, ow! Wait, wait, wait!
- What?

I got a cramp!

- Where?
- In my foot.

- Ow, ow, ow! Wait.
- There?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Where?

In my foot.

- Can we?
- Yes.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Careful. You're… you're tickling me.
You're tickling me.

- I'm sorry.
- Ow, ow.

- I'm sorry! Sorry!
- Shh.

No, no, no, wait.
Wait, really. No, no, no.

You're tickling me.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- Shh!

What is that? What are you doing?

You're distracting me.

What do you mean, I'm distracting you?

Oh, you need to concentrate?

Mm.

- I don't know. Should we stop?
- I wanna keep going.

- What?
- So what?

Oh, my God.

Hmm. Hi.

My name is Raquel,

and I'm going to be
your literature teacher

until the end of the school year.

Um…

Okay.
Well, since I don't know you,

I thought that…
that maybe it would be interesting

to ask each other some… some questions.

Um… I will get started. Um…

I'll go first. Let's start with,
"Who's your favorite author?"

No.

"Because poetry doesn't want followers."

"It wants lovers."

No. No, not that.

Not that, Raquel.

Am I exaggerating,
or has this gone too far?

Let's not make this a big deal.
She's going through a rough time.

It's no fun for us, either.
Especially her students.

Students, teachers, everyone.
Something must be done.

And Nerea's starting to gossip
about certain things.

What things?

Good morning.

You can keep talking as if I weren't here.

Or were you talking about me? Who knows?

Where the fuck are my things?

- We're worried about you, Viruca.
- Why?

You should think about
taking a few days off.

Marga…

No one is going to push me out of my job.

Okay?

No one.

If you don't like it, you can fuck off.

What are you doing?
This is the teachers' bathroom.

- I should kill you. You hear me?
- Let go of me!

You're killing me, Viruca.

You're driving me crazy, don't you see?

Can't you see that you're killing me,
you fuckin' bitch?

Can't you see you're driving me crazy?

Huh?

Stop, Iago. Please.
Can we talk like normal people?

What's normal about you?

What the fuck's normal
about you and me? Huh?

God damn it!

God fuckin' damn it!

Don't you touch me!

- Don't touch me!
- Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry.

Okay, okay.

Iago, please…

Come on, now. Please. Stop.

Everything will be okay. Do you hear?

But you can't be in here.
Come here. Come here.

Let's go. Iago, please.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't do that. Iago.

Please.

Look at me.

Everything will be okay.

Look at me.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, you can't be here. Let's go.

The only thing that's important
is covering your ass!

- You only care about one thing!
- You can't be here!

- Don't fuckin' touch me!
- What's the matter?

- What's going on?
- Get out of here.

- But... Iago...
- Get out.

Iago, are you okay? Iago?

Hey, hey. What happened?

- What the fuck did you do to him?
- What?

What did you do to him?

- This is your fucking fault.
- My fault?

It's your fuckin' fault.
Let's go. Let's go!

- No!
- Come on. Let's get the fuck outa here.

Just get up.

Let's get outa here.

I wish you would have never come
into our fucking lives, Viruca.

Let's go. Come on. We gotta get out.

- You'll regret this. I'm telling you.
- Let's get out of here.

- Fuck you!
- Let's go, man.

Look, Isa, I'm not going to give
more chances to those four students.

But that's a lot of failing grades.

But they missed
more than five classes.

- The parents come…
- Check out the homework they pass in.

What is she doing?

She's rehearsing a lot.

Come on. The last one. I swear.

- Come on, guys. Smile.
- Come on.

Take the last one already.

Just a little bit longer.

Honey, come on. What...

What's that over there?

- Huh?
- What's what?

- What is that?
- Shit.

You've been three weeks
without… without engaging…

Oh, shit.

You'll do fine. You'll see.

- Thank you.
- You just have to be patient with them.

They've been three weeks
without a literature teacher.

Yeah.

Getting back to normal
will be hard for them,

but I hope it won't be
too much of a struggle for you.

Honestly, I think you're being very brave.

Why is that?

I mean,
because I don't think it will be easy

to replace a teacher
who committed suicide.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

She committed suicide?

Yeah.

Nobody told you that?

No.

It was three weeks ago.
She took her own life.

It was a tragedy.

A student found her body
in the river.

Help me!

Viruca!

Viruca!

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Viruca!

Please, no!

Viruca!

- Good morning!
- Hi!

This is crazy, bro.

Well…

how is everyone?

My name is Ms. Valero,
but you can call me Raquel.

- Hi, Raquel.
- Hi.

And I'm going to be
your literature teacher

until the end of the school year.

- Cool.
- That's cool.

So, I just found out about what happened
to your other teacher.

The other teacher had a name, too. Viruca.

Yeah, of course.

It's gonna be very hard
for you to live up to her.

Well, I didn't know
I had to live up to anyone,

but thank you for the vote of confidence.

- You're welcome.
- Just ignore her, Teach.

- Nerea hated her lately.
- What are you talking about?

It's normal
for you to have mixed feelings about this.

It's never easy to know what to think
when someone commits suicide, right?

You know what?
We already got three talks about this.

We don't need another from you.

- Yeah!
- Okay, lets move on.

Can anyone tell me
the last thing you were reading?

Uh, just books, I think.

- Books?
- Uh, here.

- We were reading Sylvia Plath.
- Shut up, smart-ass.

And we, uh…

And before that, uh,
we read Sándor Márai and Stefan Zweig.

Uh-huh.

- I don't know if you know that all...
- Yes, they all took their own lives.

- They killed themselves, I mean.
- Yeah.

I have a question. Do you think she…
that she was trying to tell us something?

And that we didn't see it?

Shut the fuck up, asshole.

No. Don't you ever think
about blaming yourselves.

Never, you hear me?

What's so funny?

Nothing. I mean,
you've only been here five minutes,

and we already miss her more.

You suck at this, lady.

You're shit at this.
Like, really, really bad.

You should keep tryin'.

Okay.

You came to the wrong class.

- Oof.
- Can anybody help me hand these out?

Are you gonna give us
a test the first day?

Come on, man. Stop it.

I wanna see what level you're at.
Will anyone help me pass these out?

- Do it yourself.
- All right, I'll hand them out.

Come on. It's your first day.

- We didn't study.
- You didn't?

Oh, a one-page essay
on The House of Ulloa.

Wow, so exciting.

Do you think you were incendiary
with your feminist speech?

Do you know Emilia Pardo Bazán?
Well, she really was.

Oh!

Okay, she got me.
Enough with the laughing.

Well done, well done, well done.

You've got 15 minutes.

Start writing.

- Hey.
- So?

How did the first class go?

Okay. I got off on the wrong foot,
but then I gave 'em a pop quiz.

- Oh. That never fails.
- Never.

- See you later.
- See ya.

Let's see…

Okay.

THE HOUSE OF ULLOA

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HOW LONG BEFORE YOU DIE TOO?

- So?
- Hello.

- How was your first day?
- Um…

Good. Good.

Uh, I'm gonna drop my stuff upstairs.

- Can I… Can I grab one of these?
- Sure.

Wow, your wife is really in a mood, huh?

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AGE: 33 - HEIGHT: 1.73 M - WEIGHT: 55 KG

HOW LONG BEFORE YOU DIE TOO?

Leave while you can.

Run.