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Kid! Go to the barricades!

There's a student strike.

Huh?

A strike. You're not going to class.

I know, Nan.

You woke me up for that?

I want to talk to you

about your dad's headstone.

No, Nan, no!

Yes, Bruno. Yes!

Your dad deserves a dignified headstone

where he's buried. It's been months!

You do it. Don't count on me.

You're his son and I'm his mother.

We must do it together!

No! You were so depressed

and now a headstone excites you!

It's your friend Pol's fault. He cheered me up,

made me see the light. -Fuck Pol!

-Very well.

Then I'll go alone to the marble sculptor.

Jesus, that's weird!

Pol.

MERLÍ: DARE TO KNOW

Good quality public university!

THE SMALL DEATH

Good quality public university!

University: public and good quality!

University: public and good quality!

Attention, it seems we occupied the admin building!

Okay, we'll be here until noon!

Then we'll go to the square

to start the strike! Yes? -Yes!

Abusive fees?

We're going on the offense!

Abusive fees?

We're going on the offense!

Abusive fees?

We're going on the offense!

Abusive fees?

We're going on the offense!

Hang on, listen!

We've learnt that some professors are teaching class. Boo!

Let it be clear that we're not going to class!

Please, be coherent!

Excuse me.

We're fighting public system instability!

Many requirements for a grant. -Excuse me.

And they've increased fees 30% in recent years!

What's up? Not going to the strike?

I won't strike to decrease fees if I have a pool at my house.

You could do it in solidarity.

I'll take notes for you all in solidarity.

Notes on what? -Don't you know?

Bolaño is teaching Ethics.

Against scissors?

Stones, stones, stones!

Against scissors?

Stones, stones, stones!

Against scissors?

Of course I'm teaching the class!

Because I feel like it.

You won't have much of an audience.

Better yet.

Those are the classes I enjoy most.

A few committed students.

You say that because you're a professor.

You don't earn my shit salary.

Where are your ethics, Maria?

I ate my ethics long ago with romesco sauce.

And a glass of wine.

Of course.

Don't expect me to do a hunger strike too.

Oh, your friend!

The dean prototype!

I meet all the requirements.

I know, but you're not the only one.

The response hasn't arrived.

They told me it would arrive yesterday.

Yes, I know. But this takes time,

they have to do paperwork…

And with today's strike…

It's a student strike, not administration.

Yes, but it affects everything.

We're overworked, girl.

Sorry for the tone. I need to work.

No, it's okay. Everyone's like that.

What did they tell you?

Can't you see my happy face?

They said no? -No, dummy, no.

They haven't decided yet.

I should gouge my eyes out for what I've done…

Don't aggrandize yourself.

I made the decision to quit at the bar.

Now I'm broke, with no money. Get it?

How would you know? Everything is great for you!

Enough!

I'm sick of being told I've got money!

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Next time you want to give free advice,

give it to the rich folk!

Lucky it wasn't my fault that you quit your job!

Leave me alone, idiot!

I thought you wouldn't come.

Where are your mates? -On their way.

So many people, right?

Yes, later they'll go to the university square.

What do you mean? You too, right?

Yes, yes. Yes.

You don't want to strike.

No, Bruno. The strike is here too.

I've shouted into a megaphone for two hours.

I have no voice. -Bullshit!

You wanted me to come and now I'm here!

Perfect, your mates can be with you.

Hey. -Hey, Rai!

Let me introduce you to Bruno,

a mate.

Pleased to meet you.

Good luck at the strike.

I'm taking refuge with Bolaño and studying for Logic.

I'm not doing well with that.

Why don't you help me? -Sure. This afternoon.

Okay. -Bye.

Bye.

See you.

Against scissors, stones!

Against scissors, stones!

Good morning, young scabs.

Good morning.

As you know,

the big debate in the street isn't about university fees

but who will win the Ballon d'Or.

Today's strike…

Well…

Let's just say it'll allow certain relief.

Not bad, huh?

It allows some to go out and shout.

It's like masturbating.

Oh.

Those nervous laughs that taboos induce.

Come in! We're on a great subject.

Has anyone here

fulfilled all their sexual fantasies?

Come on, go ahead.

Break the ice.

You don't have to say nothing.

Who doesn't spend their day daydreaming about the forbidden?

A wank

says something about ourselves that we'd rather ignore or hide.

Why is it so hard to admit in public

what turns us on in private?

The world revolves around

two oppressive taboos: sex and death.

Sex makes us laugh.

Death scares us.

It depends on the culture, right? -True.

Authors like Foucault

remind us that taboos are tied to a moral code.

If we can't talk openly about them,

it's because they contain something forbidden

or embarrassing that must be hidden.

The taboo of death is so big

that it's linked to the idea of failure:

to live is to succeed.

And the taboo of sex still exists

because we still experience sex with guilt.

University:

public and good quality!

University:

public and good quality!

Has the war started?

Pol? Rai?

I expected it from Rai, but you, Pol?

You must have a huge reason

to drop the megaphone and come to class.

Really? You had the megaphone?

Well, I'm human and therefore contradictory.

Such balls. I love it.

And you? Why are you striking?

Because I'm close to having to go home.

And not in first class.

Rai,

you want to know why I'm not sat with you?

Because I'm tired.

In my country, when we're tired,

we don't sit down, we go to the streets.

Wohoo!

University:

public and good quality!

Goal for Argentina.

The demonstration of universal ego is Pol Rubio.

And he's hot, it must be said.

Look, there he is.

He leaves class and goes to the strike.

Even hotter in person. You'll introduce us, right?

No. I'm over talking to a selfish hypocrite.

He can go fuck himself!

He says: "Come to the strike."

Then he fucks off to class like a scab. Really?

Asshole!

Can we go to the strike

and stop spying on hot guys?

Good idea. Let's stop talking about imbeciles.

Each time you insult him, you'd blow him.

Look…

Hey, guys! I know that woman.

She's that actress, Calduch.

Nan?

Nan?

With so many flyers, I'll end up tripping, Jesus.

Nan!

Have you seen how crazy young people are?

Everyone screaming in my ear, God.

Bruno, you didn't tell us your grandma is Calduch.

Really? You hadn't told them?

Nan, why did you come?

To talk to you and forget the bullshit.

And to survey the place.

The actors association will give me the career award

here, in the auditorium.

Can we take a selfie?

Kid, do you really know who I am?

"Call an Inspector", "Hamlet",

"Time and the Conways." You're the best.

Bruno, you choose better friends each day.

Well, not bad.

The truth is it's great.

I wanted to make sure the space

is fit for the event.

I thought you wouldn't accept the award.

Bruno!

You must know how to behave in the space

and in the moment.

Nan, don't talk about headstones.

Please. -Bruno, your dad…

isn't the unknown soldier.

I didn't want Merlí Bergeron put in an alcove,

I wanted him to be cremated.

But in the moment, I don't know…

I let you decide.

Sweetie,

when I die, if you want,

take his mortal remains

and cremate him with me.

Scatter us across the Epidauro Theatre.

But while I'm alive,

I want to have a place to mourn my son.

Calm down.

I'll deal with the marble sculptor.

Bruno…

Come.

Do you want me to do something to you

that he hasn't wanted me to since you were 16?

Stand like this.

Hey, scab, are we still meeting to study Logic?

You could invite me to your house.

Or would you rather not mingle with rich folk like me?

Asshole.

Okay.

When you finish the strike,

you can pass by mine and I'll explain it.

You seem a little lost.

Minerva.

Hello. -Hello!

How are you?

How is it going? -Well…

You? -Good.

I missed you so much.

You missed my grey hair.

Are you talking to your parents?

Yes, we text every week.

Distance is the hardest with my grandma.

That's why I don't call her.

I think she understands anyway,

that's why she forgives me.

Your grandma, that lovely old lady.

Is she still there? She's holding on.

Marcos said she's very weak

but holding on.

She's strong like you.

I'm sick of being strong, Jorge.

I think we're getting close to the reason why you called.

Go on. Drop the bomb.

I…

I want to go back.

I'm going home.

It's a negation.

Meh, meh! -Okay, no, wait!

Wait, man, wait.

Uhm…

It's a conditional.

Conditional. The record is a disjunction

and the consequence is a negation, right?

Therefore,

if "P"

isn't "Q", then

not "P" and not "R."

There! -Yes, dammit!

Do the formula tree.

Let's see. "P"

or not "Q"

is a formula.

Not "P"

and not "R" is another.

Therefore,

"P" and not "R"

means

"P" and not "R."

And you're missing

the last one.

Of course, yes. The "R" without negation.

It's not that hard.

Right. I have to pass. -You'll pass.

Was Bolaño drunk today,

or was it just me?

I don't think so. Do you?

She seemed like a wanking and fantasies professor.

You could've explained your thing with your aunt.

Damn.

Don't judge me! -No.

Everyone here has their own thing.

You could explain

your forbidden, embarrassing

fantasies to me.

Okay.

I get turned on

by doing things my friends don't know about.

Pol, dinner time.

The four of us.

No, no. I'm leaving.

You're staying.

Gloria's cannelloni are already served.

Don't say no to my dad.

Are we friends?

Yes.

Yes, why do you ask?

I don't know, it's been a while

since I could say something like that.

They're really good, Gloria.

They were Santi's favourites.

Who was Santi? -My husband.

I'm a widow.

So am I. Look.

From adversity,

we've created a new family.

Today, I saw the neighbour on that balcony,

the one with the plants.

The one with the red dressing gown?

Is that her?

She was stirring

a container.

Damn. She lives alone, right?

Yes. Do you know how much she pays?

200 euros. -Seriously?

It's rent controlled.

The owners can't throw her out.

Hey.

These cannelloni are really good, Gloria.

They can't throw her out, but they've sold the flat.

They're waiting for her to die.

Jesus.

What's so strange?

Rich people can be…

Go on. -Sons of bitches.

Sorry, kid, but

Pol already told me you're from a wealthy family.

No, you're right.

Some rich people are sons of bitches.

Hey, tell me,

is it true that rich people

are greeted in the morning

with freshly-squeezed orange juice?

That's a little dated, Dad.

It's a marvellous dated thing.

No? -No, no.

What the fuck am I doing in Barcelona?

I feel lonely, Jorge.

In December, it'll be two years since I arrived.

I know, how could I forget?

You arrived at Christmas with two broken ribs.

I won't forgive anyone for that.

I was beat up in my own country.

Yes, little one, you were brave

to stand up to the man.

They were decreasing old people's pensions

and you went out at 20 years old…

I took to the street with a pot.

You poor girl.

Are you laughing at me?

No, not laughing.

It seems like you don't know Argentina's history.

We went through a dictatorship, wars,

camps. I escaped from one

18 years ago now.

Don't you want to go back?

Sweetie, wishes have an expiry date.

But I feel bad.

What am I doing here with my people fighting there?

With everything happening?

I'll tell you why.

Your grandma gave you good advice.

She told you:

"Move on and don't look back."

Think about it.

You have a chance at a better life

and you're taking advantage.

Come on, get the glasses.

I quit the bar job.

I told my boss to fuck off.

I love it.

What? Do you want another?

I'll get you another.

You already helped me too much.

Look, Minerva.

The world keeps spinning there.

And you have to deal with the world here.

Don't think too much, because you'll end up

getting grey hairs and have to dye them.

Don't be so damn Argentinian.

It's too late.

I started studying Philosophy.

Really?

You don't change.

Philosophy?

Well, let's toast.

Let's toast

to you

being able to go back to your country

without escaping anything.

And fuck all the sons of bitches

that want to sink our Argentina.

Fuck them all!

They can go to hell!

Well, thank you for the help with Logic.

My dad is never that nice.

I tend to be liked.

People like me.

Must be because you're wealthy.

Well, revise Logic, man.

See you at the exam.

Goodbye. -Bye.

Nan, what are you doing?

They're imported from Chile.

I've also made you orange juice.

What do you want from me?

I want you to think

about the epitaph for your dad's headstone.

God, I thought it was clear.

You said you'd deal with it.

Bruno, we must both choose the epitaph.

It's something beautiful, personal, for the family.

It's important.

Think of…

a quote from Schopenhauer or Plato…

I don't know philosophy.

Your friend does, the one who cheered me up.

He's hot, isn't he? -Nan, enough.

Drop it.

There's nothing between us.

Not what you think.

What a shame, right?

I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, I respect that.

Don't talk.

I'll talk. -Jesus.

If what I say is true,

blink once, okay?

I,

Bruno Bergeron,

feel

an uncontrollable

passion

for Pol Rubio.

They're good, right?

Very good.

Twenty minutes left.

EDUCATION IS A RIGHT, NOT A PRIVILEGE

Excuse me,

go to my office in an hour to sign the scholarship papers.

I'll wait.

Thank you so much.

I didn't do anything.

Biel! Biel!

Biel! Biel! -What?

Biel! -What?

The scholarship!

I got the scholarship!

I got the scholarship!

I'm not a shit rich kid anymore?

You're a rich kid but not shit.

Don't be mad.

Get on.

Up! Up! Up!

Oh!

Into the water? -No!

She got the scholarship!

She got the scholarship!

She got the scholarship!

You're awesome.

Hello.

Hello.

This is Victor, my boyfriend.

We're in love.

Great.

We'll get married.

But not yet.

I want to enjoy life.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

You're too cute not to have a girlfriend.

You know what?

The person I like doesn't like me back.

How dumb, right?

Indeed.

He's in my class. I have to see him every day.

Oh, that happened to me.

Really?

My mum said:

"It's like having a sweet

but you can't eat it."

Something like that.

A selfie?

What do you study?

Nothing.

My mum is a professor, Maria Bolaño.

Oh.

I'm leaving. See you later.

It's so good.

What is it? Cheese? -Mascarpone.

It turns me on, on…

Shit, look at me.

Pol is here. Act casual.

Keep eating. When I tell you, we laugh, okay?

Go.

No, no, he told him to leave.

He couldn't understand the French revolution.

Awesome! -He made such a face!

He didn't even know who Louis XVI was.

I had a great uncle

who couldn't find Venezuela on a map.

He'd always say:

"I'm on Earth and it's round,

that's enough for me." -What's up?

Hey, Pol.

What are you doing here?

Look.

Here I am.

I'm looking.

These are my friends:

Angel and Sara.

Hello. -Hello.

This is Pol.

A mate.

I want you to skip class for me.

Angel is making me addicted to ice cream.

Angel is the guy… -Yes.

And I'm your mate.

I got the burn, Bruno, I'm not dumb.

Go on, try it.

Why did you want to see me?

I'm overwhelmed.

I had a Logic exam today.

I think I'll pass.

Then you're not so overwhelmed.

Why did you want to see me? The truth.

Nothing specific, really.

I wanted to see you, I didn't see you at the strike.

You're in love. -No.

It wasn't a question.

Bruno, don't act like you know me well.

I mean it.

I'm fine. I'm happy. -Great.

If you're so happy,

you could think of an ironic or fun quote

for Merlí's headstone.

Fucking hell. It was a bad day and now it's worse.

You know it upsets me…

What, asshole?

We have to say things to your face so you get it.

I'm sick of you showing

that you're more affected by Merlí's death than me.

You were his favourite student, but I'm his son.

He was my dad. Are we clear?

Crystal.

If you don't want to help, I'll ask Gerard.

No, don't laugh.

At least he'll respect me because he's my friend,

not my "mate."

Enjoy your day

where your only issue is an exam you'll pass.

I liked Dr. Rossell.

So did I.

What's good is she saw you in good health. That's important.

Dad! -Hello, Laura.

How are you? -Good.

I'm glad. -Laura,

why don't you wait for me in that cafe?

I'll get a doughnut.

Yes, get one for me too. I'll be there in a bit.

Bye, Dad. -Bye, beautiful. See you tomorrow.

Is it true that when you have the kid,

you leave her alone with her boyfriend?

What kid do you mean?

My daughter is a woman.

It's one thing to have friends

and another to…

For her to have a relationship?

Just say it, man.

Let her enjoy herself with Victor.

Does it bother you? They're adults.

Victor is a good man, he's like her.

Whatever they do in private is consensual.

You love it because you know it bothers me.

Look, you're the problem.

I gave Laura all the information to have safe sex.

I taught her to say no.

Stop overprotecting her!

Let her do what she wants with Victor!

Let her do whatever while you're at the bar!

You're annoyed because I'm sober.

Imbecile.

Hello.

Hi, Grandma!

How's the most marvellous woman in the world?

Well…

Marcos told me it's nothing.

But you have to take care regardless.

Don't be stubborn.

You have to listen to the doctors.

I know they're annoying, I know.

You have to take care anyway.

Grandma,

I need to tell you something.

I got a scholarship

to work at the university library.

No, I'm not a philosophy teacher yet.

Step by step.

Don't get tired now, okay?

You need to rest. We'll talk later.

I love you very much. Take care.

I'm fine.

I've told you,

she's like a mother to me.

We're so alike.

I have to go.

Nothing ever happens between us.

On the contrary, a lot has happened.

I've had an idea.

A strike flyer. -No, turn it over.

Well, mate?

Think your nan will like it?

She's crazy.

She likes everything you say and do.

What were you doing?

My nan is at the theatre and I'm alone here,

eating an apple.

Want some?

Bruno, I'm not scrupulous.

I know I'm not Merlí's son,

but I miss him too.

I know.

Anything else?

What else, what else…

Well,

I've fallen for a guy in my class.

And I suppose… Well, I don't suppose.

I'm bisexual.

You're not saying anything.

Let's celebrate.

There's nothing to celebrate, Bruno. That's it.

I have beer and cherries.

Yes?

The new shirt looks good, Victor.

Yes.

I helped him choose. -Of course.

How's gardening going?

Good. I can't complain.

I'm glad.

Guys,

there's pizza in the freezer.

I'm going out. -Going to the bank?

Of course.

You know the bank has a long queue at this hour.

I'll be gone a while.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bolaño.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Are you hungry? -No.

Me either.

Rai, what's wrong?

Does something have to be wrong to call my mother?

Oh, son. What do you want?

I wanted to know you're okay.

I was sleeping.

Didn't you think I'd be sleeping at this hour?

Okay, okay.

That's it.

Where are you calling from?

I'm in the garden.

Dammit, Rai.

Provoking, as usual.

Do you want to tell me something important?

No.

I will tell you something.

One night,

we'll sit down together,

with no one else,

and we'll talk about

our lives

like mother and son.

And we'll eat cannelloni.

Do you remember the Montseny colonies?

I put a cherry in your mouth.

Yes, of course I remember.

Cherries have turned me on ever since.

Look.

One day, I found a double cherry

like this one,

and I hung it on my dick.

And you imagined someone eating the cherries.

Bruno, I swear, even if it seems like it,

I didn't come to hook up.

Have you been with another guy?

Yes.

BB or AB?

Before Bruno or after Bruno?

AB.

Names?

Ettienne.

French.

And Efra,

a coworker at the store.

I thought it was Rai.

How do you know Rai's the one I like?

I saw you were focused on him.

Use me.

Just today.

Close your eyes

and think of Rai.

VICTIM OF PUBLIC EDUCATION