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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.