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Pol!

What?

Your phone has been ringing for a while now!

Who is it? Look at it.

Bruno!

What? You have tidied up the whole house?

Don't laugh! You live better with things in their places.

And you should do the same.

Dad, don't touch my stuffs.

Okay.

Hey, how is Bruno after the thing about his father?

How is he? It's been only 3 weeks.

What about you?

I'm going, dad.

I'm not going to study.

Now, I'm going to get the CVs.

The work is fine, but you should go to the university.

And you're going to pay for it?

Bullshit! I'm saying that you should get a scholarship.

I'm sure that you'll get it.

And why have you been so optimistic lately?

How are you, jerk?

Jerk?

- You don't answer my calls. - Don't complain, man.

Let's see if I start to work and let my head rest.

If I get the card, I'll get a job in a parking lot.

Well, parking cars, guarding...

A party.

I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with my life yet.

I'll do the entrance exam and study History. I'll surely get in.

Bruno, I don't know how you can be so cheerful.

You need to go on vacations.

What should I do? Stay home and cry all day?

I want to move on with my life.

I have enough of my grandmother's grief.

- And if I call you, Pol Rubio, pick up the phone. - Chill, pal.

I went through the same thing with Tania.

I'll have to talk with her.

It's her who wants to talk with you.

She told you?

Fuck!

We'll break up for sure.

When 3 of us we hooking up, she saw how we were looking for each other.

Bruno, it was really hot, but aside from being friends, you and I are nothing.

Right.

But there has always been something, right?

Stop before I regret coming here.

Holy fuck!

Hi, dad.

What's up, Gloria?

- Hi, how are you, handsome? - I'm great.

Are you so worried about my study that you talk with my teacher?

Stop joking, kid!

We just talk as friends.

- Look what I found. - Sit down.

Wait, kid.

- They are some homework they gave you when you were 8 years old. - Let me see.

Sit still.

The teacher asked you to write about your weekends.

Listen, the title was "My weekends" and you wrote:

On Friday. I left school and a gust of wind brought me to Monday.

Seriously? I wrote that?

In only one sentence, you wiped out the whole weekend.

- I suppose you don't mind me reading it? - No.

How could it have bothered him when I brought it to brag about him?

You brought it for her?

Where are you going with it, dad?

- Leave, for heaven's sake. - Okay.

- Can you give me the writing? - It's yours.

Well, bye, Alfonso.

Holy hell.

Don't mind him, Gloria.

I'm in a mess...

Don't you complain! I'm at the worst place.

I never worried about the future before.

I never had to either study, or work. But you came...

And I gave you the idea that you were good at Philosophy, right?

But it's true. That's why you want to study that major, right?

When you were here, yes. But now, you has abandoned me...

Bullshit!

But it's true, Merlí.

I'm serious.

I don't know what to do, I don't know what I have to do,

I don't know what to expect nor who I should love.

You have just described what all humanity feels.

Don't you understand?

I can't think of study that major without you.

What did you expect, silly?

Private classes?

How much would you pay me?

Are you making fun of me?

No.

I'm just trying to make you understand that you don't need me.

I do need you, Merlí.

I do need you.

I want you to tell me that I'm good at philosophy,

and to tell me off when I'm wrong or throw books at me so I would think.

Pol, stop doing what everyone in this country is doing, which is lamenting,

and start your new life without me. I'll cheer you on that.

You'll go to the university

because I can't imagine anything else for you.

Get to know people! The student's life is the best!

Learning things while falling in love and fucking.

Don't tell me you can't because you've lost your mind for "Critique of Pure Reason" by Kant.

And remember that it is a weighty tome.

Merlí, wait.

And you?

How are you?

Me?

I'm fine, Pol Rubio.

And...?

How is the afterlife?

You should ask a more original question than that one.

Is there sex in the afterlife?

If I answer you that question, life will have no fun.

Go to the university, Pol.

And ask millions of questions.

On Friday, I left school

and a gust of wind brought me to Monday.

[On the paper: One afternoon, I left school, and a gust of wind brought me to university.]

Sorry.

- Are you okay? I'm sorry. - Yes.

Do you know where room 111 is?

Yes, I'm going there.

You're from Philosophy, too?

Yes.

I'm Biel.

Pol.

It took me a long time finding that class.

It's right down there.

Silent.

Excuse me.

Keep silent.

Well, the first class...

and assholes' faces as usual.

Chill.

Anyone who knows Pythagoras will surely pass this class,

I'm serious. Pythagoras is basic.

And I have seen students who don't remember the theorem a few times.

Do any of you need reviewing?

Well, it's not that I don't remember it.

Just that, in my school, we studied more about soul transmigration than Pythagoras.

Great. Then this is a good time for you to transmigrate your soul to Philosophy.

This is Math.

Are you dumb?

Do you have a paper?

Hello.

If you're cramped, don't worry.

In 15 days, there will be many empty seats.

I'm Silvia Montoliu.

I had my PhD 10 years ago and now I'm a part-time lecturer.

This is the Philosophical Problems class

and I'm officially welcoming you to Philosophy,

the infamous career without future.

But relax, according to the rankings,

The University of Barcelona is in the Top 100 best universities in the world.

It's a pity that part-time lecturers only earn 500 euros.

This is public education.

Before coming here, have you ever considered that philosophy is useless?

The Culture History class must be studied for years

but the study plan wants me to teach you 50 centuries in a semester.

So, I have to do an exercise of Culture in McDonald style.

You won't be rich studying this.

But it'll give you a tool that no money in the world can afford,

which is the chance to think, to know

"sapere aude".

The propositional calculus analyzes the structure of formulation formed by expressions...

If you thought that you wouldn't have to study Math, then I'm sorry.

To many people, calculus is Math with letters.

I'm Xavier Vidal, and aside from being a calculus professor, I'm also the faculty's dean.

In what moment of history that humanity became free?

Anyone knows when humanity was free?

Then I'll tell you.

In the paleolithic era.

When did we stop being free?

When did we stop being free?

Nice question.

The right or wrong of a compound formulation depends exclusively on the right or wrong of the simple formulations that form an argument.

Don't make those faces, because this the easiest thing you learn in Calculus.

The paper you're holding is the recommended reading.

Ask, find, read.

When you study for exams, not everything will be in the notes.

We lost freedom when we began to depend on salary.

That's it!

I've summed up the History of Culture.

All Greeks are philosophers.

Napoleon is Greek,

thus, Napoleon is a philosopher.

Is this argument right or wrong?

- Right. - Wrong.

Right.

It's a correct argument.

Thank you all for joining. There's nothing wrong today. I'll leave you here.

You chose the wrong major, didn't you?

What are you saying?

I think you was a bit uptight.

- No way. - I'm the same.

I wanted to study Audiovisual Communication, but the entrance score is super high and there are like 5 applications to Philosophy.

Oti.

Pol.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yes, of course.

The classes are awesome, right?

The teachers explain really well.

I like being in Barcelona.

I'm from Montseny.

Well, I have to go. See you in Ethics.

Bye.

She won't make it to Christmas.

Hey,

About the papers,

If you want, I can lend you, then you can buy me a package of 50 sheets.

What?

Okay.

You know what?

Since we have half an hour until Ethics, I'll give you a tour through the faculty.

Okay?

Shit.

Well, the usual stuffs: corridors,

cloister, the pond... It's beautiful.

What's your last name? Pol what?

Rubio.

Me, Roca.

Nice to meet you.

My father works here, in the Management school.

So, I know a little about this place.

Except for the classrooms' numbers.

And what do your parents do?

My father doesn't work and my mother is dead.

Shit, I didn't know.

Of course, you didn't. We just met 3 hour ago.

I don't tell strangers about my life.

Biel, it's fine.

People die.

Aren't you in Philosophy?

It's my ring.

I was waving and it slipped.

My name is Minerva.

Biel.

Pol.

What do you study?

I'm Argentine.

Philosophy.

Of course. Everyone expects us to settle the world.

We're from Philosophy, too. First year.

Amazing.

I missed the first classes.

- Can you lend me the notes? - Of course.

I work at a bar and my boss changed the hour to mess with me.

I know how the working life is.

Now, we're going to have the Ethics class.

Yeah, see you in class.

I'll discuss my scholarship with that gentleman.

Oh, sorry.

Go.

Sorry, you can't sit here.

I can't?

Why?

The guy that sat here last semester died.

So sad. We saved the seat to show respect.

Come on, man.

The failing students told me that.

Okay.

Sit here.

What's up, guys?

Thank you.

I love the sound of the floor.

Two people with Down syndrome are walking on the street and one asks the other:

"What is 2 plus 3?" and the other says: "4."

And the first one says: "Your ass will be deprive."

I told this joke 15 years ago and they laughed so much more.

25 years ago, they laughed and asked me to retell it.

What has happened?

The morality has changed.

Nowadays, we have much more information.

In the 80s, we were ignorant about people with Down syndrome

and we thought it was normal to call them "abnormal" or "morons".

The question is:

Now that the morality has changed,

can we make joke about those topics?

What limit should humor have?

I think the freedom of speech should be taken into account.

Good.

And what limit should the freedom of speech have?

I think we should be able to make joke about everyone.

Okay.

Are there humorists whose children have Down syndrome that make joke about Down people?

No.

We live our lives wanting to be happy and in peace,

when the only thing we should do to not have anyone fuck with us with jokes

is to be born male, white, rich and straight.

You want me to introduce you to my friend Abdul?

Abdul!

You can come in now.

Here you are.

A gang of beaten conformists.

Hedonist with comfort that come to study philosophy.

Abdul,

tell them.

When did you come to Spain?

I came here 2 years ago.

My country was horrible.

Here, I have good work condition.

Here, all day with the broom.

Is the work okay?

Yes.

You make messes, I clean.

Great, thank you.

You're welcome, Maria.

Well,

You saw it. There're people who are worse than you.

Abdul lived in a continent that is white and rich,

but he's only a poor black person.

What's wrong?

We started really well.

You're leaving. Okay, but wait.

No, just wait.

Listen to this.

I took this from a newspaper.

Conversations between those high-ups in Politics.

"We have destroyed Catalan health system."

There's more.

A bishop said:

"The homosexuals will go to hell."

And the Pope:

"An abortion is like hiring a hitman to solve a problem."

You read this

and you stay calm.

Meanwhile, I called Abdul "black" and got booed and hissed.

How good they have turned you.

Bye.

The ones that stayed, My name is Maria Bolaño.

Welcome to the Ethics class.

Bolaño is the best.

What she said about freedom of speech was superlative.

- Totally. - "Superlative", I love it.

You talk like the Argentine.

How long have you been here, Minerva?

2 years.

I have a room in a Gothic building.

400 euros with expenses.

- Not bad a price. - Really great.

You can come whenever you like.

The phone doesn't work.

Come to the Temple of Augustus, yell my name and someone will open for you.

You live in the Temple of Augustus?

The hall overlooks the columns.

We sending you a Whatapps message would be better, right?

No, I prefer the Neapolitan style that everyone yells: "Minerva!"

From beneath?

So, what do you want?

Coffee with milk?

Me, too.

We're eating the gay flag.

The cake is good.

From Venezuela to the world.

They say that we're the new kids but prettier.

Why do you bring a cake on the first day?

Yesterday, someone told me, "The first friend you have in this major, give them a rainbow cake."

You already have a job.

Why do you study History this late?

You're older, right?

You calling me a gray-haired fatso?

No, but you're older than us, right? How old are you?

How old do you think?

Thirty....

28?

Bingo!

Hey, Pol.

Let's meet and talk about our first day in the university.

In History, I've met awesome people.

Well,

we could go to the beach and swim.

Kiss.

Hey!

Who is Pol?

A friend.

Great.

We could go to the beach and swim.

Kiss.

Amazing!

The other day, I made a cat disappear.

See you later.

Bye.

I'll finish the beer and leave.

Sorry, you can't sit here. It was saved for a teacher that has just passed away.

Jesus! You was mad.

No, I just don't understand your sense of humor. It was so advanced for me.

You seem smart.

2 Catalan guys fighting. Inconceivable.

Don't bite.

Should we name the cat?

Yes.

Sartre.

A bit pompous, don't you think?

So what?

I like "Sartre".

Sartre.

Bye.

Bye.

Pol, Oti, Minerva, Biel.

What's that guy's name?

Rai.

Rai.

Should we make a study group?

What?

- You guys want to? - Me, yes.

Cool.

Shit.

What's wrong?

That guy took my wallet!

Jesus!

Oh, great.

I love it when you're being bitchy.

You expecting guest?

Not yet.

Go see who it is.

Henry,

I don't want to be disturbed while painting.

Leave.

Hello?

Hi.

Does Rai live here?

Yes. Who's asking?

I'm Pol, his classmate.

Come in.

Wait here.

Rai!

Henry, who is it?

Pol,

Rai's friend.

I don't recall.

I'm a friend from Philosophy.

Philosophy?

What are you doing here?

Rai, philosophy?

Fuck, yes.

You what?

You took my wallet by mistake.

Jesus!

Come.

Don't touch the rail.

Don't be scared.

No.

Fuck. What a mansion!

You are not like your parents.

Surely not like my dad, because he is dead.

Want to swim?

No.

I didn't come here to have fun. Beside, I have a job.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Please, follow me.

Come here.

Minerva!

Oti!

How nice!

Wait, okay?

Make a turn around the building and enter number 41.

- Hi! - How surprising!

Hi.

I wanted to see your Roman temple.

Come in.

So cool!

You're welcome.

- You like it? - Yes.

Sometimes, I read near the window and stand up to see over the columns.

So cool!

It's Amy, she's American.

It's her turn to clean this week.

Hello.

Hi.

Amy O'Connor.

My name is Oti.

Where are you from?

From Eugene, Oregon.

Above California.

Well, there are many chickens, lesbians. It is beautiful.

So cool! I want to go there.

Cool!

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Okay, I see you.

Okay.

So friendly.

Yes, but she voted for Trump.

So cool!

Always with the pressure from America.

- Ettiene. - Oti.

Oti.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Bonjour.

Bienvenue.

Go.

I like your apartment.

It's so multicultural.

And this is my room.

Wow!

I used to live with a Japanese.

But one night, she left because she couldn't stand Amy any longer.

I only know Catalan people.

I'm from a village, Sant Esteve de Palautordera.

Let's toast.

For the university.

Okay.

And for Pol?

You like him?

Yes.

I like the crazy one better.

Biel?

No. Rai.

Yeah, he's handsome, too.

The most important thing is that we're a group.

Yes, cheer.

Cheer.

No.

I don't like them very much. Too much butter.

No. They are the best cupcakes I've ever tried.

Don't worry. The butter gives it a bit...

No, it's horrible...

Esther, she doesn't like anything you do.

Zasca!

Don't mind her. They are great.

No, really...

I appreciate that you keep me company.

Yeah.

Since Braulio died, you haven't been lonely, right?

6 months here.

It was so sudden.

It seemed impossible, but no, just a heart attack and then gone.

Goodbye life.

- When I think that it could have been my husband... - You would have rejoiced.

No, we're not that bad.

Don't be so evil.

Really, you've helped me a lot.

You have to come back to the tennis club.

We would play double.

Hi.

Rai, want one?

I made them.

No, thanks.

Rai.

You can do laundry?

Henry isn't here?

He left the clothes down there.

Do you know what Rai did?

He left Business Management out of the blue. I love that.

What? Off for a year?

No.

Really interesting.

Don't tell me you're going on missionary.

It's like this.

He started studying philosophy.

What?

You'll miss the courses from ESADE (a private institution)

That environment was too posh for me.

In the end, Raid has found a place to throw up his existentialism.

The whole act of "I'm different from others and I go the the center of Barcelona to study human being." Right, son?

Don't be so tough, Vicky.

Don't mess with me, Susana.

I'm telling you, too much butter. I'm going to the toilet.

I really have to come back to the club.

Yes.

You don't know how glad I was when you told me you jerked off while thinking of me.

If we go on like this, my mother will walk in.

Excuse me?

Yes?

My place is too small to park. Can you show me?

No problem.

Okay, watch out for the pole.

Okay. Drive towards me.

Be careful.

Okay, stop.

It wasn't too small.

I spent 5 hours driving.

Is there any quiet place

to relax?

Relax?

A bar?

A hot guy, a hot girl are the attraction that millions of companies use to sell their products.

Is it ethical to discriminate the ugly to earn money?

It's not nice to use physical look to sell.

Why not?

If that pushes the sale...

But you should care about the product that you sell, right?

No one cares about that. A businessman only cares about how to sell.

They show you a car with a hot guy at the wheel and they sell more.

Who would be encouraged to advertise shampoo with an ugly girl?

Okay.

When you set up a company, you'd advertise it with a beautiful person, right?

I want to earn a living.

So, what if someday, you need a heart surgery?

Would you care if the doctor is ugly?

Of course not.

Would it be ethical for a hospital to choose its doctors and nurses based on their look?

No.

They should consider their ability to do their job.

It's not fair to choose a pretty person over an ugly one.

Good.

The concept of fairness has finally appeared.

Fairness means treating everyone equally.

I could be a model. Jeans look good on me.

Is that a dissenting laughter or a silly one?

- I don't know, it just turned out like that. - Do you think it's fair to laugh at me advertising jeans?

- Sorry, I didn't laugh at that. - Everyone can dream.

I, for example, dream of become a head of department in this university.

Maybe, you have that dream, too. But I might end up selling pants.

Wow!

The ugly in the world. We are many more.

Why don't we start a revolution of the ugly?

Okay, silent.

Silent.

Socrates was very ugly

and in ancient Greece, beauty was valued.

Next week, you'll hand me your thoughts on the concept of beauty,

titled...

"How could Socrates be so successful among the youngsters?"

87.

83.

It's your turn to pay, girl.

When I was your student, there were more people in the class.

It was 15 years ago.

I was pretty then and they came to see me.

Now, they only come to listen to me.

There must be a handsome student that makes you nervous.

I can't stand pretty people.

They came into the world with a bracelet that has "everything".

I only have a drink, but they live in an eternal "happy hour", like you.

When you are cynical, you're fun but unbearable.

I just sublimate that flaw with my success at work.

The students look at me and think: "How nice Bolaño is!"

And I would like them to think: "How hot Bolaño is."

Laura.

Look, I did it!

Take another one from the bag.

- Fuck. - Hey.

Don't swear in front of these honorable principals.

Are they all dead?

Of course. Don't you see their faces?

Will they paint you a portrait someday?

I'd love it, but I think I won't be the first female principal of this university.

Well,

you can walk on the red carpet.

Oh, yes.

It was put here for me.

Hey, I've been going around for a few days.

You know that apartments are expensive, right?

Yeah.

Nothing,

we're considering moving to Gloria's house.

What?

We've been talking and...

If we're so good together, why living separately? It's nonsense.

You've only been seeing each other for 4 months.

So? We're happy, we're good.

A year ago, if someone told me this, I wouldn't believe it.

I love that you have a girlfriend, but you're not 25.

Oscar living with Oksana is fine, but you...

Am I asking permission for how to live my life from a loser like you? Yes, I'm an asshole.

Did I mess with your relationship with Tania?

No, you didn't.

Then, stop it.

We're going to live with Gloria.

- Period. - Okay.

Then you stay here.

Silly!

You didn't tell me about your philosophy whim.

It's useless understanding the imposture of this house.

Imposture.

How could you change major when you almost finished?

Another outlet of yours.

And you did it because you knew your father wouldn't like it.

I have no memory of that man.

It wouldn't work.

He could have done better,

but have you ever wondered if you were a good son?

Holy fuck.

Fuck, this family has no cure.

But, Rai, do you realize that you're unbearable?

I've spent my life enduring your eccentricity,

the calls from school complaining about your attitude, your stupidity.

You complain about your family,

but when you got a credit card at 18, you were delighted.

Yes.

Stop criticizing your father and look at your own flaws.

Leave the dead alone!

I'm not giving any merit to dad!

None.

Well, just one.

He died.

You're uneducated!

Yell, yell!

- When he entered, everyone stopped talking. - You need a psychiatrist.

You're threatening your son with a pool sieve.

Jesus Christ!

Now you have an excuse to go to the hair salon.

You spoiled brat!

Why don't you go in the water and drown with them?

You eat better than my daughters, jerk!

Fucking dog!

Everything fine, boss?

Gloria likes me.

But if they break up, will we end up in the street?

Want to come to my house?

My grandma makes me sick.

I understand that she's sad, but it was tiring.

How is your job?

I hooked up with a client in the parking lot.

Really?

Fuck!

Now I understand why you're so slow at answering my texts.

How old was that one?

Thirty or older...

Older...

The boss will come to see you and say goodbye.

The boss? I don't even know him.

I couldn't say no. She was so hot.

Want some?

No.

What are you doing?

It's a ritual.

Celebrating our entrance to the world of university.

Pol.

You know what's happening to you has a name, right?

What?

Hooking up with girls and guys.

Bruno.

Bisexuality.

I just came here as a friend.

Okay.

But, if philosophy means asking questions,

then why don't you start asking yourself?

I've already told you, I don't like labels.

Okay.

But you know that you and I are destined.

You think it's funny?

Forget about destiny, Bruno.

We're in university,

You, history, me, philosophy.

I want to learn new things, get to know people,

pass exam, get a fucking scholarship,

and end up being a Merlí.

I know that well.

I want to be like the one who left a mark on us in life.

What are you doing?

I don't want to swim.

You're at the beach now.

No.

Come on!

Come.

You look so good, jerk!

I'll kiss you and fuck you.

I'm catching you, Pol Rubio.

Even it's a guy

or a girl

but you know that, in the end,

every path leads to Bruno Bergeron.