All language subtitles for Merlí. Sapere aude 2x04 Coches inteligentes (1080p M+ WEB-DL PXL)

Pol, we're leaving!

Gloria goes to the institute
and I to the civic center.

Although I am not in a hurry.

No, of course, you are
not going to spend all

day playing chess, you
will look like Kasparov.

That one was a champion.

Well, family, I'm going.

See you later, go well.

I do not know how long I will be able
to endure with the nonsense of chess.

Needless.

He has known for days.

Shit on the milk they gave you!
Did you tell him?

Papa, she was suspicious.

And, as you can see, she
is waiting for you to tell her.

But, well, it's amazing.

I asked you not to tell him!
I am not yelling.

Pol.

It's very difficult for me to show my face.
I know, dad, but she's your wife.

Why did we come
to live with Gloria?

Wasn't it a family project?

Well, what do you think if we start
talking about things without fear?

Are you trying

tell me something?

I no longer work in the parking lot.

I work at the Satanassa bar.

Doesn't a lot of
dope move in there?

No, no, what's up.

You are right.

I have to talk to Gloria.

Hears…

You're fine?

Yes.

And do they treat you
well at Rai's house?

Yes.

Finally. Efra, what are you doing here?

I'm not here to ask you for pasta or anything.

I already figured you
wouldn't pick up the phone.

Not here.

No what? Wait, man, I
just want to talk to you.

We can talk, right?
I want to know how are you.

No, we don't talk here.

Pol, Pol… Easy,
man, I didn't come to

argue, I just want
to know how you are.

Jo! Can't you make
it easier for me?

Make it easier for you on me, man.

If I don't pick up the phone,
why do you think it is?

Well, tell me, when can we talk?

I don't know, man, but not here.

Do you think that every
human being has dignity?

Yeah right.

The answer seems obvious: yes.

Let's go to the
study they did at the

University of Virginia,
in the United States.

Imagine you have to
program an autonomous car.

One day that car may
run out of brakes in front

of a zebra crossing that
eight individuals cross.

What is more ethical?

That the car runs over a
group of three pedestrians

or run over a group of five?

Three, of course.
The less damage it does, the better.

Well.

What if I told you that
those three pedestrians are

children and that the other
five are 90-year-old retirees?

Do you still think
that killing a group of

three is doing as little
damage as possible?

We could say that every
human being has dignity, but do

you think that someone has
more dignity than another?

Yes.

Be quiet.

Let's see, hush!

I propose a concrete case.

An old woman crosses
a zebra crossing,

a sick man, an
executive and a thief.

Which one of them would an

autonomous car
take as the lesser evil?

-To the sick one.

-Biel, man, before
the thief spreads.

- No, because…
- the thief still has a chance

to reintegrate into
society and be productive.

On the other hand, the
sick person does not. Fuck…

- Fuck…
- Man, but it's a little "heavy", right?

-OK, what happened?

I try to be rational and
you get sentimental.

No, no, this is interesting.
Let's see, continue.

No, nothing, what…

I don't know if an ethic
can be based on the feelings

of each one, because
… they are subjective.

You propose an
ideological position based

on the optimization
of economic benefit.

Yes.

That is why I say that… the

patient costs society money.

And I say this thinking about
the resources that the State has.

So it's all a question of money.

Let's see, isn't
money taken into

account in public health
to make decisions?

The economic factor
counts when treating patients.

-And in countries like
the United States, more.

-That's why I think that
the autonomous car,

if it has to be
programmed to do as little

damage as possible, it
will decide, perhaps…,

not so much which of
the four should die, but

which are the three
that it is worth saving.

Well argued, young man.

My idea about Plato's
"The Banquet" still stands.

The debate on love.
Don't you want to do it anymore?

You're coming out of something

sketchy related to
the ham you gave me.

I'm wrong?

Then,

Would taking care of the debate
help us to put aside our traumas?

Well.

You will team up with Biel.

How? He and I?

Yes. No, no.

Yes Yes. No, no, no way.

You and the boy who didn't want to think.
But no, don't mess with me, Maria.

Get better grades than you, who

repeated the
exam and got a five.

What the fuck?

Well, it is time for you to find

out, even if it is
hard to accept.

There are people who are
as talented as you or more.

And, above all, they are happier.

Tomorrow at 11:00, meeting
with the dean and the rector.

That ham was stolen.

Do you still want me on your team?

A sick woman and a thief.

We will dodge smart cars.

I'll go wash my hands…

I'm going to turn on the pool

robot, to see if it
leaves it very clean

and I leave this

here.

Alfonso, who are you talking to?

With nobody, with nobody.
With myself.

He narrates everything he does.

What if I leave this here,
what if the pool robot…

Well, look, it's
probably because I got

used to keeping company
when my wife died.

Hey, and you don't feel
lonely in such a big house?

Of course not. I'm not alone.

Forgiveness. Sorry, sorry.
Sorry Sorry sorry…

Don't you realize that, from
day one, you've asked me

for forgiveness a thousand
times? Yes, yes, excuse me.

Yes, yes, I go…

I'm going… Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing…

- I'm a bookworm.
- I also.

- Well, some call me that.
- Well look,

you are already different from the
majority of students in the faculty.

You can be happy.

- May l?
- Yes, but you will get bored.

-No way.

- Hala! What a relic, right?
- You said it, relics.

To return.

-Eh… Look, I know what it's
like to play the ball, huh? But…

I love your classes.

-Thank you.

But if I am to suspend
you, I will suspend you.

Also to return.

- It's lovely.
- He's a wise man.

- When I grow up I want to be like him.
-Have you read his last article?

Have. Terrific.

Yes Yes Yes. It is very similar, yes.

Well, it's almost the same.
Come on, you have copied it.

-It's plagiarism.

Let's see, the title, the subject…
Phrases literally shot.

-But one thing, Biel,
everyone copies.

Me in the exam…

- What it did you for.
- No, it's not a joke.

And it is not the only
article that he has copied.

I have reviewed old magazines

and have found
six copied articles.

How could a wise
guy like him…?

Maybe not so much.

Maybe the uncle gives
the classes with a earpiece.

"Thanks thanks…".
But it is a "fake".

He makes money
copying articles from

old magazines that
no one ever looks at.

- But Octavi uses his words.
- Sure.

Magazines inspire you.
All writers copy.

- Is not that.
- Philosophers copied Plato.

- Man! How was he?
- Nerd.

-Eh… "The history of
Philosophy is like…".

Nerd. "Western philosophy…"

"It's a footnote from Plato."

- I love this phrase.
- Very good.

You know what I thought, Rai?
What?

I still buy a Satisfyer.

How strong. Yes.

Hello, Biel.
I have a bad day today.

I always.

I honestly need you
for debating league.

Interesting.

The best student in
the course needs me.

Come on, Biel, that's it.

I already told you the
debating league was just yours.

It won't exactly be a league.

Bolaño wants to put on a
recreation of Plato's "The Banquet."

A play. Not.

No, it would be like opening
a public debate about

whatever we want.

Imagine the
cloister with a table

full of plates of
ham, cold cuts…

And we propose topics and
people give their opinions.

What happens?
Am I suddenly good for you?

I'm not looking for someone good.

No, you are looking for a mediocre student.

If that…

Look, Biel, this race is

not going to finish all of us.

But you and I will graduate.

And do you know why?
It is not because we are

good, but because we are
interested in Philosophy.

I want to team up
with you because

you have a passion
for Philosophy.

Will I have my moment of glory?

Yes of course.

And are you going
to fill the cloister

with food in June,
with so many flies?

We will think of another place.

Wasn't your little friend
fixing the auditorium?

Yes Yes, whatever you say. Yes Yes.

I tell you that I said
it before I started.

Hey, look, I have a job, sorry.
Yes, we'll talk about that.

Bye.

Hello. Hello.

All good? Yes.

Yes Yes. Here, busy with work.

When do you finish?

Fuck, you look like the rector.

No, no, what…

We wanted to do a…
debate here towards the end of the year.

Already.

It depends.

Depends.

I have to fire an employee.

But I don't know which one.

What would you do?

Damn, don't be frivolous
on the subject, huh?

My numbers don't add up
and I have to make a decision.

Yeah, man, but you
take it as a game and it's a

subject that calls for a
… little empathy, right?

I ask for many things and I don't have them.

Life is like that, isn't it?

Okay, well I'm leaving and
you make important decisions.

"Oh my God! What're you doing?"

"You're living in the apartment
with other people location

look around like naked like
this. ¿You psycho? This so weird".

-What…? What happen?

"Damn, I thought I was alone
on the floor and Amy showed up."

- "What the hell?"
- And I pricked myself.

-You're quite hairy.

-Lacking a boil, eh?

-And you tell me

with a pineapple in the eggs.

Hello Cari.

- Don't call me honey.
- Forgives.

Eh… I'm preparing the filo
party, it will be in a month.

You will go?

-I don't think so, I don't
see myself at a college party.

-Pol will be there.

-And what happens?

-Well, let's see what

between you…

From day one, right?
Let's see, he likes you.

And he has no girlfriend or boyfriend.

- Girlfriend?
- Yes.

Uh… Well, I'm going to class.
See you around.

You talk to the rector.
No, we both talked.

Well we'll see.

Yeah… If I crash,
throw me a wire, huh?

Bolaño will be there, let's calm down.

My eyes sting.
I haven't slept all night.

Don't fuck around.

Well, with my nerves I started
reading Plato's "The Banquet" nonstop

and my head will explode.
Well, don't overdo it, Biel.

I'm serious.

My brain is half eaten
from reading philosophy

so much and wanting
to understand everything.

No, if I became obsessed with
getting good grades and I'm paying for it.

It's just that I'm sick of thinking.
Of course, thinking is exhausting.

Now I understand your
speech against philosophy.

Well, against philosophy either.
Take it slower.

It is that it costs me a lot.

Look, most people,
eh? They take this

tangerine, eat it, and
that's it. No I do not.

I take it, look at it and think:

Why does the mandarin
exist, where does it

come from and where
does the mandarin go?

And as we agreed with
the dean last month of…

- January.
- January.

The idea of setting
up a debate league

coordinated by Philosophy
students is recovered

that come from the
hand of María Bolaño.

With a different proposal.

Maria, if you explain it to us…
Yes.

The idea is to invite the
students to an open debate that

would have as its starting
point Plato's famous banquet.

It would be a recreation of
"The Banquet" in the auditorium.

-How? In the auditorium?

Do you decide it unilaterally?

We believe that it
would be the ideal space.

Let's see, two things:

First of all, these are not

the conduits, Dr. Llorenç.

The dean had the idea
of recovering the league.

They have skipped me and

want to turn it into a snack.

And secondly, the
auditorium is not the right place

- for experiments.
- Totally agree.

When it is finished,
it will be inaugurated

with an institutional
act. Sure, that's it.

Let's close the doors of the
auditorium to the students.

What have you believed?

-Can I say something?

Debating leagues are a stick.

They are… contests in which

some win and others lose.

With our idea, everyone wins.

Sure. Imagine tables with…

With food for everyone and

we address the attendees to

start a debate about philosophy,

about love, about life…

And, in the end, a pica-pica
for everyone, which serves

to inaugurate the paraninfo.

We would break the image that
there is about the students of "Filo".

-And… what image is there?

Boring.

-In Philosophy we
love to make jokes.

And laughing oxygenates us.

-And… what would
the event be called?

-Banquet against philosophy.

Well, girl, if this man talks
to himself, he watches.

- Oh, don't overdo it, Susana.
-He is a curious man and he already is.

-Oh, Vicky, it doesn't matter, the important
thing is that he helps you run the house.

-With how huge he is.
- Oh yeah, too much.

I mean, the garden
is priceless, huh?

But the house inside…

You have rooms that you don't use, right?

-We use it all, Susana.

- Ah…
- Well, I don't think you walk much

through the kitchen, and
less now with Mr. Alfonso.

-Hush, he's coming.

I'm taking these glasses…

You were right.

"Oh, I'm taking these glasses."

-How funny.

It's like making
comments for the blind.

That I speak alone, that I
speak alone, that I speak alone.

That I speak alone.

Well if you want

speak alone,

well… I speak alone.

I catch the vegetable cream

And I throw it down the sink

Come on…

let them eat canned cream.
And fuck it!

Axel.

Hello.

What did i want to tell you

It wasn't a plan to get me
into how you run your business.

If the numbers don't come
out, then they don't come out.

It does not matter.

And… And that the
rector has bought us

the idea of having
the debate here in…

In the auditorium, and
he wanted you to know.

You apologize for asking me to
have the auditorium ready for you.

No, is not that.

A little, yes.

But I wanted to know
if it will be finished.

I'd like to know
other things first.

Your friend Oti has escaped
that you are bisexual.

Fuck with the Oti.

You could have told me.

Do you think it is very
important to define a person?

No, I don't care if you're bi.

But I would like to know if there are other
things that you have not explained to me.

I guess so.

No person is known to
walk a dog in an afternoon.

Your air of mystery makes me think that
there are more things that you do not count.

Well no.

Voucher.

I'm wrong?

Yes.

I still don't know if the
paraninfo will be finished.

Are you going to Bolaño? Yes.

I don't know whether to pass.
I don't know what Oti and Pol will do.

But… you and Pol aren't really
close friends anymore, are you?

How boring, of course we are.

Just like you and that one.

- Ah, Octavi, hi.
- Hello.

- Very good your last article.
- Thank you.

-I've been taking… a
look at the magazines that

you returned to the library.
Very interesting.

-No, no so much.

Better review the
bibliography of the subject.

I'd like to give you a ten.

- He doesn't want me to read them.
- He doesn't care.

He has been nervous.
He has not been nervous.

Total, that the University of

Virginia, with its smart cars,

it has every Philosophy
student obsessed

with the question of
who or how many to kill.

This ethical dilemma is
nothing more than a variation

of the famous dilemma of
the streetcar without brakes

devised by the philosopher
Philippa Foot more than 50 years ago.

I suppose you have
drawn your conclusions

on how a smart car
should be programmed.

Obviously, there is no correct

answer to these dilemmas.

Yes? Is this exercise any use?

That is, I understand that it
serves to study human morality

and that it generates an
interesting ethical debate, but

The question of who would you

run over first has
a Nazi point, right?

In other words, programming a

smart car to
decide who to kill…

If he's so smart, why
doesn't he save everyone?

We could make it
fly if the brakes failed.

You have to choose
whether the life of a criminal,

a sick person or an
old man is worth more.

Why is humanity
obsessed with sacrifice?

Do you want us to play kill?

They make us
position ourselves and

say who we prefer
to die when, one day,

we will be the old man, the
delinquent or the sick person.

Are we going to have something or what?
What's up, I can't.

I'd be cool, but I'm going to
Satanassa. Today I enter before.

I'd be cool to scold
you for telling Axel I'm bi.

But I said it without thinking.
Ay… You are of what there is not.

Pol, why have you walked away?

Before we talked a lot.

I do not know.

They all notice you weird.

Since Étienne left you,
you've been distant.

I'm fine, Oti.

Look, Pol, I'll be whatever
you want, but I'm not stupid.

Don't tell me "I'm fine, Oti",
because it doesn't strain.

Don't tell me what's wrong

just tell me if something
happened to you.

You have me here for whatever.

Hello. Hello.

And that? It is a gift for you.

I mean it? Rubber bananas?

What happens? You do not like them?

Who doesn't like sweets?

Why?

It is the perfect antidote to

recurring circular thinking.

In other words, it will be great for
you so that you do not think so much.

If you need anything,
Maria, whistle.

I'm very glad
you're here, Octavi.

Hears…

Do you feel sorry for me? Not.

And do you feel sorry for yourself?

Of course not.

Mary.

We're?

I know what you think.
That I am my worst enemy.

No, I did not say that.

Come, come, come on, you're terrible.
No no no. Do not touch me.

And don't call an ambulance.

But what have you come for, Maria?

I want you to know
that I remember perfectly

that the idea was yours,
that of the banquet,

when you were my student. I already know it.

And I hope it turns out well for you.

Silvia…,

you are my only friend.

I was wrong about you.

You have endured from me more than anyone.

I miss you.

I love you, you son of a bitch.

She closes the door.

But… What closings, dammit.

When Octavi
started to explain his

trip to Kenya, it
sounded so fake to me…

-He's making it up, sure.

At most he's been
to… Düsseldorf,

a boring, gray city, you know?

-Well, Düsseldorf is nice.

- Well, now, now, I don't know, in…
- In my town, for example, you know?

-Yeah I know.

-I have a cousin who is
a teacher in Milwaukee

And he's the most
flawed man I know

- A cousin in Milwaukee.
- Yes.

He's stupid, but he's gorgeous.

I have had many fantasies about him.

It's that he had little
hairs on his belly…

-You are right.

Octavi, although he is a
good teacher, is a "fake".

-If he copies articles!
- People disappoint.

Look at Oti with me.

One day he arrives and so, out of nowhere,
he tells me to pick up and go to the street.

-Yeah, Oti dumped
me after Rai's party too.

- Oh, didn't he tell you?
- Not.

-It was kisses and

something else, "anyway".

- Don't look at me, I didn't know anything.
- This chick gets me more every day.

And now she's telling me
that she's hooked up with Oti.

-Oti, you know.

-You got involved, right?

"De todas formas".

Efra.

I'm at the door.

Have you finished yet?

Fuck.

Hey! Uncle, how strong.

You have been fired from
the job because of me.

Well… Take it easy.
No, no, no.

Did they charge you for the damage or what?

Pol this morning

I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving.

Where?

To a city where no one
will know anything about me.

I will be able to meet new people and

work… as a tour

guide or… car wash.

Fuck, if I hadn't gone
to the supermarket…

Pol, man, stop giving
importance to yourself.

I was not fired because of you.

Since they know I have HIV, they

waited for any
excuse to kick me out.

Man, that won't be
why they kicked you out.

Officially, no, because
it doesn't look good, but

I know it's because of AIDS.

Don't say "AIDS".

I'm not telling you
anything you don't know.

If you have cancer,
everyone takes pity on you.

If you are HIV positive,
you have… the plague.

I manage to pull forward.

I think of other things, I

have a good time at times,

I adapt to the
routine of medication.

But you haven't told anyone.

Because if not, they will start
to see you as a… vicious fag.

Fuck, Efra.

Humanity needs to burn someone.

Didn't they explain
that to you in the race?

I really liked you, you know that, right?

Above all, when you said that about

"I'm Pol, period."

I when…

What?

No, that i

I had a great time fucking with you.

Don't feel bad, Efra.

You did not know.

And period.

Hello!

Hello!

What? How was the class?

Checkmate.

I know that Pol told you.

Why you did not tell me anything?

I was embarrassed, Gloria.

It was humiliating about the Treasury.

If we are a couple, it is for something, right?

To help us.

I would have helped
you pay the fine.

No way. Thanks but no.

I got into this and
I have to get out.

What a pride.

Don't be mad, baby, please.

Now I have to
work at Rai's house

until you pay off the debt.

And then goodbye. I have a contract.

It would be more, right?

But do they treat you well?

Well, look, the sea of good.

Notice that today
the lady told me:

"Alfonso, stop for a while,
man, and have a snack."

And you see me there, like a

maraja, having a
beer in the garden.

No, if I already told you.
Go now! You really shine, Dani.

Goodbye, Pol. Good night.

- Let's go girls.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- "Ciao".
- Bye, handsome, see you tomorrow.

Goodbye. Don't you turn off
the lights in the living room?

- No, that's Dino.
- Voucher. Good night.

Happens.

I was leaving. There is no one left.

It's delicious. You learn fast.

Since I knew that I can
take my pills with alcohol,

from time to time, I
give myself a little tribute.

But come closer.

Who wants to live on an island
and keep its secrets? I do not.

Who does not regret anything?
Me neither.

Here is the pure philosophy.

Not bad.

Ah, do you like my pillbox?

In black and white, like dominoes.

Sight.

Our lady of paracetamol,
may it never be missing.

We ask this, Lord.

Omeprazole, my protector
against gastric storms.

Lorazepam, only half.

I'm off the
anxiolytics since…

It's been two years and
it's a very slow little thing.

And here, my best
friend: antiretroviral.

It has kept the enemy
at bay for 25 years.

One, nine, nine, five.

My friends left before a good

combination of drugs arrived.

Of all of them, only I remain.

As they were?

My friends? Uh, I had a lot.

And they were falling like flies.

Adiel, a 28-year-old Cuban…

Juan Carlos, from a
town in Extremadura.

He had to flee the town
because he was stoned at parties.

On one street they
walked the virgin and on

another, they stoned
him for being inverted.

Jordi.

Jordi, an exquisite man.
A lawyer.

He had a big cock… impressive.

His widow and his two
sons never got over it and…

Hey please

Can you stop looking
at me like he's sick?

No, I don't look at you in any way.

But let's see, you're sick, right?

Not.

The sick have a
fever and are in bed.

I have a virus.

We accept and coexist.

I come to work every day.

I take care of the premises like
a son, I give conversation to the

clients, I act on that stage…
Where do you see the sick person?

No, no, of course. They are…
prejudices of society, right?

Fuck society in the ass.

I don't need
anyone's approval or

allow me to make
a hole in his world.

Since I was diagnosed, I have
taken more care of myself than ever.

If not, what would the
clothes suit me so well?

Seen better than ever.
Like better than ever.

Everything tastes better
and everything suits me better.

I give myself things.

I am a hyper-gifted child.

I have discovered

that I am a person

thoughtless for pleasure.

After all, Apollo,

that is the essence of health.

You do not say anything?

One day I would like to
introduce you to someone.

He is handsome?

She is a woman.

Fired.

I don't have time to spend
in the straight community.

But she would come recommended by Apollo.

And know that today Dino
has made Apollo happy.