All language subtitles for Merlí. Sapere aude 2x05 Llorir (1080p M+ WEB-DL PXL)

I bought this dress in
Paris, six months ago, and

now look at you, and I'm
wearing the girdle panties,

I do not get it.

Then the wig, 30 euros.
How about?

- This is…
- Pol, we're leaving in two minutes!

OK, OK! How? What are you going

Well, what am I doing here,
alone, without knowing anyone?

I tell you, Dino is worth it.

Yeah, and I'm supposed
to like that Dino.

He is the most empathetic I know.

You can tell him what you
want that he will understand you.

You won't say it for yourself.

You don't seem to
be telling your secrets.

All I know about you is that

you steal hams. Attention!

I have received an
offer to sell the premises.

- Not!
- What are you saying?

But what was I going to
do with a million euros?

- Ouch!
- What a scare.

Oops.

Is that the famous María Bolaño?
The same.

Hello…

Apollo has told me a lot about you.

Apollo?

Two kisses, professor.

First of all, to avoid
misunderstandings…,

I like men.

Already. Well, to avoid relapses…,

I am an alcoholic and I have
not drunk for two months;

so I'm already with
one foot in the taxi.

Oops, then take it
out, because first I

want you to try a
non-alcoholic cocktail

that you are going to love it.

He has grenadine, lime,
lemon and "ginger ale." Baby!

A Shirley Temple
for María Bolaño!

Come on…

-I'm looking forward
to a party, baby!

There will be more than 300 people.
And everyone wearing a mask?

Sure! All very Versailles.

OK OK!

Any problem, discobo? No way!

I want to see all of them and
that everything is as before.

Like before? Before?

Like before!

Yes!

I love that you guys
are so crazy, Angel.

Seize the moment.

That in ten years,
all bald and fat!

Fuck you won't help me man!

Let's see, the world is like that.
Look, "photocall", clothes, drinks…

I want a photo!
Photo, photo, photo!

- Well come on, go, guys, photo!
- Here. Come go.

- Another another. Otherwise.
- A) Yes…

- Not strong.
- A) Yes.

So so.

-Let's see. Let's see?

-Ah, look, look.

- Ah, very cool!
- Nerd.

Delete it. I'm fat.
What do you mean not?

Waiting.
The clothes, the clothes, the clothes!

This is for me! How cool, man!

- Let's see, uh… This one!
- Wait for me…

Hala, Biel! From Mozart?

Oti, who has screwed me up, I
don't know, you can't say no to him.

I don't know…
You look gorgeous, man. Hey!

What's up, boy?

Who are you? Uncle, Oti's ex.

Arnau, how are you? Have you
come with your friends for math?

No. With Amy. Amy is here?

If I did not know. Where?

Amy!

Pol!

How's it going? She already missed you.

Buah! This, in my faculty,
would be impossible,

I love Philosophy!

She has changed careers.

Site. Let her come
to mates, with me.

Do you like Amy?
She makes me very horny.

Do you know that she had an affair with Oti?

What are you saying!

It's that Oti likes to
experiment. Yeah, fuck,

I get it; I would
experiment with everyone.

But… I'm still caught up in Oti.

Oti?

Palace life is so exciting!

Man, I finally find you.
Hi, Rai. I was leaving.

No, wait, iron my shirt.

No, I should have
left for half an hour.

Bah, it's a moment. I need her,

I'm going to party
with Pol, at "uni".

You have 40 shirts in
the closet already ironed.

I have not counted them, but
like this from a bird's eye view…

Alfonso, I want this.

Good vibes I tell you.

Well, in a minute I have it.

Uh! What a bad face you bring, ma'am.

He is okay? Perfectly.

Well, nothing, she was
going to iron Rai's shirt.

Iron, iron.

Woof!

Oh my…

Oops.

Whoops, whoops.

Very well.

What do you want me to say?

She has stuck with me,
from the Catalans, that

little interest they
have in meeting people.

Yes, they are very yours.

But they lock themselves in
their houses at 7 in the afternoon.

I do that too.

I have already wandered enough.

Oh, I understand you.

Closed doors and sober head.

So you don't run
away like a thirsty wolf.

The comparison was not necessary.

Well, girl… Girl?

Oops, what thinner skin.
It bothers me that they call me "girl".

Agree.

Have children?

Yes I have a daughter.

Her name is Laura, she is 28 years
old, she works, she has a boyfriend

and they want to go live together.
They have Down syndrome.

And do they love each other?

It seems.

Wonderful!

Won't you ask me
if I have children?

But do you have children? Whoops, one.

With a lesbian friend.

The 80s were very crazy.

We had a very intense mess

a little fleeting because,
suddenly, it disappeared.

But i like to think

that my son's name
is Elton, that they both

live happily and tanned
in the Florida Keys…

Come on, you have
no idea if you're a father.

How?!
I am convinced that it is.

Let's see… That, a father knows.

Every time he's going
to rain, my tailbone hurts.

-I would like to participate too

at The Banquet. Sure.

- Well of course.
- If tables, chairs are missing…

-Uncle, I'm not talking about carrying tables;

I say that I want to
give an opinion, like you.

-Ah. Ah, oysters, sure, yes.

Yes, without problem. Yes…
if you see yourself capable…

-Of course I am capable.

I'm also on the run,
it doesn't screw you.

- Damn, what a donkey I am.
- You, you. Look, you are still interested.

A race in high heels.

- Yes, the Mile of Versailles.
- And I'll win.

- What are you going to win, "carajaula"?
- Freak!

-Well, if you want to sign
up, go ahead, but you will lose.

- That will be seen. I'm in!
- I'm signing up too.

Alright. What's up, Rai?

How's it going?
I wanted to see you, man.

Seriously you?

You have a fever?

You want to see me.

Yes, whats up?
No, that seems strange to me.

Man, Amy O'Connor!

Rai House Michael! Love it.

Do you have any guns out
there to shoot hypocrites?

- Why are you going with a watermelon?
- I'm saving it for your banquet.

- I didn't mean it with bad temper.
- It was spontaneous, which is worse.

It seems that nobody forgives me
for having obtained a zero in Ethics,

fuck! Stop judging me, damn it!

- Not that you were Seneca.
- You are right. Oti…

-In the end, I will leave the
race so as not to hear you.

-Hey! Not kidding, huh, Oti?

If you leave the race, I

I also.

- Does not matter.
- I want to have a good time. Point.

-Yes of course. Yeah… yeah you and me

we understand each other from the beginning.

You know that… the day
we fucked I really liked it.

And, you never know, maybe
if you wanted to repeat…

I'm not in love with you, huh?

I am talking about sex.

To me… it wouldn't
matter if it happened again.

Hala, I already said it.

-I liked it too,

but it's not a plan to mess
with everyone in class.

- Everyone?
- Well, not all; just you and Pol.

- Ah…
- But we didn't fuck with Pol.

It was all over

tactile, sensory, you know?

We are still friends.

And he helped you with Metaphysics,
which I am better at than you.

-Voucher,

- okay.
- Here.

Rai!

Rai!

Lady Lady! Oh my God…
Where is my son?

He is not. How is the?

Fatal, don't you see?
Everything is spinning me.

Get out of here, get out!

Take.

Cover yourself. Cover yourself. I can not anymore.

That is that something
will have made you wrong.

Nerd. No, they are vertigo. This is not
the first time that has happened to me.

Vertigo? I know some pills for

dizziness that will
suit you perfectly.

Are you a doctor now?

But the same thing happened
to me during the honeymoon.

We went to Gandía
in a hotel and I

felt bad and the
bellboy recommended…

Oh please! I'm dying,

And what about your
honeymoon in Gandía?

Hey then! Not a minute more.

Here you stay
with your dizziness.

Don't just stand there

Go to the pharmacy
to buy the Gandía pills!

Yes, I go, I go.

Poor.

-Ah!

-Has died!

-The towns of Spain
remind me a lot of Arkansas.

Notice!

On the other hand, Catalonia
has a lot of personality.

Many many. Oh yeah!

Yes, yes, a lot, a lot of personality.

Yes, yes, here we have
masquerade parties,

races with heels…
Awesome, come on!

If you don't like it,
you can always leave.

You would like it already.

Okay, Rai.
No need to create bad vibes.

No, if I feel like partying.

But I won't wear a mask because I
don't want to make a fool of myself.

For the rest, all very well.

It is useless to make
us believe that love is the

place from which a
sexual relationship arises.

- It's the other way around!
- Okay, but don't be mad.

- Do not be angry.
- Hey! We are talking about love.

- Not me, nor her. Only him!
- No I do not.

-He said that love has its
roots in the sexual instinct.

This phrase is not mine,
it is Schopenhauer's.

Maybe he was right.

-So, love doesn't matter?

-That is what I say.

- Let's see, what are we doing here?
- Have we come to dance? Not!

We have come to
mate like leopards.

He speaks for you; I go to my roll.
No, look at this rock;

They use dance to
flirt, nothing more.

- Ah. Does that teach you in "edge"?
- What's up, what's up.

- Well, "what's up, what's up", no…
- Seriously now.

Now seriously.
Who likes to dance?

- To me.
- To nobody!

-No, the dance is a means
to get to the dust and that's it.

-Does this happen to you often or what?

-If you like, I ask people.

- Come on!
- No, Biel, don't mess it up.

You don't dare ask people.

- Biel, don't mess it up.
- Impossible. Impossible.

Biel, no! Biel! Not!

Hello. Sorry, it will be a moment.

Who of you has left

home expecting to dance?

No one!

Because what you expect
from tonight is something else:

fuck!

Let's see, is that, seriously,
have you showered,

scented and dressed in

fancy clothes, just to dance?

- It's just…
- Yes, yes, yes!

- Very good, Biel!
- You moron!

-If you dance, it's because you don't fuck.

Who wants to fuck with me?

Me!

- This guy is nuts, man.
- It's true. It's true.

85, 1456,

227, and I take 6, and I

take 1 and here I take…

Ay, ay, ay, ah, it's almost
miraculous when the box fits.

Hey, I still have to
pay for mine, huh?

Oh, by God, that is Catalan.

Each one pays their own, eh?

As God intended. Yes.

Good bread, good wine and
good coal, a sign of a good home.

I really like "lime";

Instead of saying "is it
necessary?", they say "lime?"

Wouldn't you love to
have a "cal" in Spanish?

Well, Dino, I'm going.

"Lime"?

I've been here a while.

Hey, you don't have
many friends, do you?

Well, what are you doing, psychologist?
Or do you write self-help books?

That is not a criticism.
I'm just saying what it sounds like.

Look, uh, I don't want
to end up mad, okay?

All very well, we chatted and
one day we met with Apolo.

But for now you and me

we are still strangers.

My name is Balbino.

My mother was Asturian.

Some called me Balbi,
others called me Bino

and when I arrived in
Barcelona, I said to my mother:

"I'm going to be Dino here."

In honor of Dean Martin.

Of course, hardly anyone remembers
Dean Martin anymore, right?

I do.

And you refuse to spend a
night with an admirer of hers?

Another day.

Who combs your hair?

Forgives? Who does your hair?

I alone.

Justly.

If you stay, I'll comb your hair.

And in return, you

you give me an ethics class.

Every eight hours, like clockwork.

Do not forget.
If you want, I can set you an alarm.

No, it is not necessary, Alfonso.

I'll stay a while longer,
to be sure that…

No. No, no, go, go.

He calls the hotel in Gandía,

asks for the bellboy
and thanks him

for recommending the pills.

Poor man. He already died.

They called him…

Martinete, by his
last name, Martín.

Short… he was a short man.

Bald.

An endearing person.

I stayed one night
talking to him until late.

He told me about his sad childhood

in a village in Galicia.

His first love, who he
dreamed of every night…

Three days later, my wife
and I went down to breakfast.

The owner of the hotel comes
to us with tears in his eyes…

"Martinete has died."

He had killed himself with the motorcycle.

Alfonso…

You have already worked
two hours more than necessary,

you better go.

Yes.

Yes Yes,

Gloria will think I'm lost.

Look!

In case you want to vomit again.

That I don't vomit in cubes, huh?

Now, now…

Well nothing.

Good night.

Here you are, here you are.

Taking.

Take, take, take!

Take off my
husband's suit right now

or I'll call the police.
Yes Yes Yes…

I didn't want to
take it, I swear.

You're lucky that I don't
have the strength to scream.

I'll drop everything where
he was in a minute, ma'am.

And you take care of yourself. Take
care of yourself, take care of yourself.

I'll take care of myself if
he feels like it. Take care.

We'll talk. Ms…

Ms…

The mother who bore me,
the mother who bore me…

- Go!
- One Two Three…

Other?

Come on, another one!

Come on -Other.

- Come go.
- Go.

Last.

Look what you've done, man.

I've made a huge fool of myself.

No way! It was fun.

Fun?

But if on Monday I will be
pointed out by the entire faculty,

that if I come.
You are the god of love, Biel.

Well, when it comes to
me, I don't do very well.

Do you know that I
had liked Minerva?

Don't fuck around.

And you, I didn't like you.

Fuck…

Is it time to remove
the mask or what?

When you told us that Minerva

was staying in Argentina,

deep down, I was glad.

It has been good for
me to forget about her.

I am no longer in love.

Luckily the crush has an
expiration date, don't you think?

Something tells me that I
won't have a good time today.

Did I take the mike and told
them they weren't fucking?

Yes.

Epictetus said that
you don't have to live life

thinking about the
past or the future,

but you have to focus
only on the present,

because it's the only way

to keep control over things.

- And not like that.
- Not anymore, no, not like that. I already tell you.

- Ouch!
-But he's tangled.

-Get it, give it strong,
that you have to untangle.

That she has very coarse hair.

-Hey, pretty, didn't you have
a date with a soccer player?

-Oh, sweethearts, I'm going.

Don't forget to blush.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

-Close your eyes.

Now tell me something about you.
Oops, I only know about opera.

Do you like opera?
Not especially.

But I love Mozart's "Requiem".

Tremendous, yes.

Although I like the part that
Mozart didn't write the most.

Look, you're weird, huh?

Already. You, on the other
hand, are the simplest in the world.

She opens her eyes.

No, I do not like.

Is not my style.

Sure, your style is not to take care of yourself.

But hey, what the hell are you going on?

Sometimes I sin a
little bit of sincerity.

Look, you put
sincerity where it fits.

I'm leaving. But
stop saying you're

leaving, and go
the hell out of it.

And explain to the
world that it was

Dino who noticed
that you didn't like you

and he has dedicated his
time to take care of your image.

A lot of Epictetus,
damn, but you

know that you live
anchored in the past,

Sighing for what
you could have been

I would like to be a
young Apollo again, but…

What's up, Rai?

Have you seen Biel?
I have lost it.

She will appear. I haven't seen it.

I'm sorry for you, but,
in the end, I stayed.

Damn, man, it's the third
or the fourth or the fifth

bang you throw at me today.
I didn't want you to leave.

Well, well, I have my doubts.

You wanted war…

No, but I'll have
to steal your wallet

again to make you
a friend of mine.

You got tired of me

I'll be friends with Biel,

who is the new "filo" hot guy.

Rai, what the hell is wrong with you, man?
Say it clear.

I tell you, I tell you.

Man, you've been
an idiot since you went

to adopt dogs with
Axel, the dog's friend.

And then you spent a
week without showing up

with the excuse of the
brown in your house.

Uncle, that does not strain,
does not strain. And shit, man.

Admit that you've gotten a bit

distant, not to say an asshole.

And it fucks me, huh?
It fucks me, because we were friends.

And I understood that you would get
me and I even gave you a snogging, man.

Fuck you, man!

Pol…

Pull, pull, give me your hand…

Pol, you've had too much to drink.

Fuck me good.

I'm not okay, Oti.

I'm not well. It must be
because of the fucking medication.

Fuck!

What happens?

Come on, get it.
Ah, that she is not the lady…

Oh.

Tell me, Rai. "I'm in college."

And… I got a little
wet and I need clothes.

How do you want me to go to
your house now to look for clothes?

"You don't have
to go to my house."

It's faster if you
take things from Pol.

Well, I'm coming.

Wait, wait, kid.

Know that if I'm going to do
overtime, I want to get paid.

If not, you don't go.

If not, I am not going.

100 euros?

100 euros?

200. 200!

Or you get pneumonia.

Okay, okay.
I'll wait for you at the main entrance.

Don't take more than ten minutes, huh?

Fuck.

I get to say

300 euros

and says yes.

Yes, I'll be an idiot!

You are soaked. Do not tell me?

Give me that.

What are you doing?

Let's see, kid…

Either you ask me please or I'll go
back to my house with the clothes.

Fuck… what?

Can I have the bag?

Please?

Thanks, uh, Alfonso. Thanks.

No problem.

Whore shit at nights…
The mother who gave birth to me, damn it!

What are you complaining about?

There are people who
do not stop stepping on

shit and you carry an
invisible skateboard.

-Does your father know?

You are crazy?

And that's why you're not
in a relationship with Axel?

Is that not enough, Oti?

I like that you explained it to me.

People think I'm not centered

or that I just want to have a good time;

but I am more
mature than I seem.

That day, at home,
luckily we didn't fuck.

I would have loved it.

And now I would fuck with you.

But what are you saying? What happens?

Can't fuck with a condom?

I'm not asking you.

I say I'm not afraid
of what you have.

That, to me, you are the same.

That I envy you for the security
you have with Philosophy.

You can tell that yours is a vocation.

And I do not have.

And I am proud of my friend.

And now do me a favor.

It is time to run.

With high-heels.

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

Fi-fi-Philofiesta!

-Attention!

Attention…

The rules of the
Mile of Versailles

There are no rules!
Anything goes!

One…

- Two…
- Hey!

Three!

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Let's help her!

Come on. One two…

The mother who gave birth to you,
have you set up benches? Uncles…

- "Shit". Was it you
- No, it was done.

Go on without me, Arni!

"Arni"?

Wow.

Well!

Taking! I won!

♪ It will be difficult to
show that there is no pain,

♪ that everything remains the same,

♪ hide the flaws and disguise.

♪ How beautiful is happiness!

♪ It could be worse,

♪ our favorite
alarm clock phrase,

♪ the eternal resource,
helped and healer.

♪ Let me scream until I
no longer have strength,

♪ Until there is nothing
left, nothing, nothing more

♪ that the remains
and waste of eternity,

♪ We have no choice
but to go in and kill… ♪

Alfonso?

Hey Gloria

Do you know if something
strange happens to Pol?

Not.

Where was he?
At the bottom of the drawer.

I say that, if they
were aspirin, he would

not hide them in the
bottom of the drawer.

Dencovyl.

How is this written?

Do not go! What do you mean not?

My son needs help.

He doesn't realize what he's
got and parties like nothing else.

You are rushing.

I'm his father, I
have to talk to him.

No. Pol is not dying.

If he takes medication, he
is in the hands of doctors.

I need to talk to him now.
And me giving him annoyance, mother…

Listen to me for the
fucking time, shit!

If, deep down, you are the same:

when there is a
problem, to hide it.

No wonder I didn't
explain it to you.

He knows you'll be hysterical.
Please respect it.

And when you have it assumed,

So, you go and talk to him.

Oh, what damage! No…
It's small for you, Oti.

Ah, but she pulls hard.
I can't.

Waiting. One, two… Blow. Blow.

Bravo. Bravo.

Guys, let's go to the
sea, to see the sun rise.

Your father has brought me your clothes.

Take it easy, I paid you.

Are you dressed as Pol?

All the aunts chase me.

How are you?

Well, I'm better.

The gods have punished me

by throwing me
into the lily pond.

Put me down, man, put me down.

What are you doing? If you don't
have strength. Uncles, uncles!

I can open watermelons with my head.

- Come on, Biel, man…
- Don't fuck around, Biel, come on.

Yes, yes, that…
also she is more mature.

I that you, would not Biel. He goes…

Biel, don't break your
beautiful little head.

No, let him try.

- Biel, Biel!
- Put him in, put him in, put him in.

Come on, come on, come on

- Biel, Biel, Biel, Biel!
- Hit it, hit it, hit it!

Host.

Oh my gosh.

Yes, wet

wet, what

It's the only thing that you and
I are going to get wet tonight.

You see?
This is called the gay orgasm,

which is when a fag
makes a woman laugh.

Shut up.

You managed to spend
the night away from home…,

and sober.

And you are very pretty.

Oh, when your daughter sees you…

I've been taking care of her for 28 years,

but I have not known how to take care of myself.

I am afraid that philosophy does

not help you as
much as it seems.

No way! What will help!

It doesn't help or…
it's not even a comfort.

No, I've been at war
all my fucking life.

Lifetime.

Without a rest.

And one mistake, and another
mistake, and another mistake…

How can it be that, being an

intelligent person
like I am…,

Could I have been
wrong in this way?

Be careful with the embroidery,
do not scratch your nose.

Ay, magic.

You have "cried".

Cried. Not…

Cry and laugh at the same time.

"Cry".

My mother made me "cry" '.

-And after that?

"Uncle, I've already
explained it to you twice."

You have done the
final sprint, you have

arrived first and you
have been applauded.

- How strong!
- Normally, I don't win anything.

-Don't freak out, Biel; It
wasn't the Boston Marathon.

-You always refer to the
United States. Love it!

- Yes.
- If I have won this race,

it means that I am
capable of many things.

He could even finish
the degree with A's

and be the future
rector of the University.

Ugh, too much
responsibility, no, no.

I prefer to dedicate
myself to enjoying life, man.

Of course I would like
to know how to do it.

-I do know.

I want to travel around the world.

But no camping,
I want huge beds.

- I'm with you.
- Come on.

-And we went through Buenos
Aires and Minerva signs up.

- Voucher.
- And in Argentina we fell in love.

No, better: in each country we
fall in love with someone different.

I will try not to fall in love;
it is better with friends.

♪ Until I no longer have strength,
until there is nothing left, nothing.

♪ Nothing but the remains
and scraps of eternity.

♪ How brutal and
how terrible is sincerity!

♪ As only two words
can destroy the eardrums,

♪ the heart and kindness.

♪ The storm has long
threatened to explode.

♪ We have no
choice but to go in to kill

♪ because no one loves
himself as we loved then,

♪ as we loved in Shangri-La.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be worse.

♪ It could be, it could
be, it could be worse. ♪