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I present to you Gabi Morales, professor of Castilian Literature.

-Hi, Gabi.-Hello.

- You really are independentista? -Hey?

-What, Gabi, let's go? -Go on, Elisenda.

What?

Berta...

He has taught us to fight for things,

to complain, to question everything.

Well, for once we question him, he will understand.

Jesus, Ivan, you express yourself superbly! Hey, Berta?

Yes, and so much.

Do you want to see yourself before Berta? What do you say about Berta now?

I've noticed for some time that maybe he wants something.

And I want too. I want... Gery to heal now, man.

You see? Now he pretends nothing happened.

Pol, what am I for you? How are you going, no?

What happened in the washroom happened, right?

It happened because I was nervous and had argued with Merlí.

Since when does a dealer have time to do a remarkable job on Hegel?

I am no longer a dealer, I've left it. And my brother too.

You know Óscar Rubio, right? Yes, the brother of Pol.

Why don't you offer him to take care of the maintenance of the institute?

And you why are you doing this?

Once I said I had stolen an exam to save your ass.

Now I would not do it again.

-Gery! -I must go home!

He's had a psychotic outbreak because of the shit you smoke.

What? The cockiness has blown you up, right?

I wonder if this will help you learn something.

You can't go to London, your father has relapsed.

After tomorrow, chemo starts again.

Silvana is cool, yes, but you're better.

When I grow up and have children,

I can tell them that I met you.

It's about time... you're late. The alarm clock didn't ring.

Merlí, listen to me... I need you to explain to me some flirting tactics.

But what do you say, you, now? Aren't you with Mireia?

Yes, yes, but... you never know. You used to hook up a lot.

Thanks for reminding me.

Go, we'll talk later. You see, the Peripatetics are waiting for you!

Joan! Joan!

There's... there's your father.

What are you doing?

Merlí! Merlí! Merlí!

Oooh, shit!

Hey!

You almost didn't arrive. -Shut up, I missed the time.

Let's go out tonight. Eugeni says there's a party at Flagstaff.

Nooo. -It'll be good to go out for a while.

No. -I have recently triumphed.

Oh yeah? No kidding. Elisenda? -No, no way? A friend of hers.

Very beautiful.

Congratulations, enjoy your happiness, kid.

Merlí, Eugeni told me that Jaume Capdevila has called asking for you,

who wants to come see you.

For the record, I have not done anything illegal or immoral this time.

Go, see, the peripatetics are waiting for you!

Go, Merlí, now that I'm fashionable, we should go out partying.

Let's see what we find...

from the bar, the girls come to talk to us and bam.

What a nightmare you are, kid. I no longer go hunting gazelles.

I just paint them on the walls.

-Fuà... sounds super good, eh.-Mm-hm.

-Why did you bring it? -Because I have exam the conservatory.

-Fufu....- Well, you play very well.

-Yes, the truth is that he plays very well -No, it's not so much...

- Play, play... - Well ,.

Hello!

Very nice this violin, Enrique.

It does very well to introduce the topic of today's class.

Let's see, what is beauty? -A hot chick.

-Or a cute guy. -Oh, very well said, Berta.

Greek mythology tells that Narcissus

fell in love with his own image,

reflected in the waters of a pond.

So strong was his attraction that when he tried to kiss himself,

he fell into the water, and drowned.

The Greek philosopher Plotinus said

that the problem lies

to concentrate beauty only on bodies.

There is a much more important beauty

that has nothing to do with our outward appearance.

A beauty that, according to Plotino,

It's related to the search of oneself.

Remember that philosophy begins with this imperative:

"Know yourself".

The problem of many people who look like Narcís

is that they don't have enough self-knowledge:

they are so tied to their "I" that they don't know how to separate them.

But one thing... it's difficult, no, to know oneself?

Yes, Tania, difficult, but an exercise that goes very well...

is to ask ourselves what is the image we give to others.

Yeah, but beauty is very subjective.

For example, there are people who think they're pretty, right?

The "macho" crap.

Hey, let's see, we're not going "macho" either, eh.

Haha, guy, how badass! You are putting yourself in the corner of the handsome ones!

Oh, sorry, sorry... I mean you're neither handsome nor ugly, Pol.

You are normal, like everyone else. But I like you very much, eh.

She's saying your ugly!

Excuse me, young people, can I continue with my class?

Let's see, there are two possibilities, according to Plotino:

directing the gaze towards the body, or towards the soul.

That is, the sensible world, or the intelligible world.

This is Plato!

Yes, Plotinus was influenced by Plato.

I continue as usual being the repellent student.

We continue

Have you done the treatment?

Yes. 3 weeks ago.

I have taken the leave.

Today I'm better, but there are days when I feel too weak.

It's the side effects of... you know what it's about.

Yes. Joan has not told me anything.

I guess he has not told anyone either.

No no. It's that he does not want to accept it.

Ya.

Let's talk clear, Jaume. Joan is an ass.

Yes Yes Yes. The truth is that he's a lost idiot.

Since Monica left it has been darkening.

Now everything happened, now I don't study,

now I smoke marijuana, now I argue with the parents...

He is... -full of rage.

Yes, yes, but what should we do?

I no longer have the strength or desire to argue with him.

Aurèlia is very aware of me.

We've tried everything, huh.

Reflect, talk tactfully, shout...

Even one day a slap hit him.

Surely he deserved it.

Let's see, Jaume, let's go to the idea:

You have come because you want me to fix this, right?

You would do me a favor.

It's just that I... I don't know... He's turned on the world.

Even with me, and see that I was a kind of hero for him.

I don't know what it is that has to happen to finish the foolishness.

Look, Merli,

this time... I'm worse than the first one.

Can I explain?

And...

I don't want to leave thinking that Joan will spend the rest of his life

with this anger.

Will you help me?

Of course.

Leave room for Oksana to put her name next to you.

Shut up, asshole. You aren't together?

We are. But we aren't a couple or anything. Pass, you live better this way.

Neither ties, nor "Oh, why didn't you call me?"

nor "Why do you look at that other one?", Bah, NXT!

In the end you managed to look like me, eh, Joanito?

I don't see you so bad anymore. I myself am more.

And you and Tania, what?

What of what?

It's been a while you've been acting very weird. It seems that you like her.

What do you say, sweetheart! She's given you some "zascas" in class...

We are colleagues, me and Tania. We are friends.

There is confidence. We tell ourselves what we think.

She is nice.

She is pretty.

Yes, yes, she is beautiful. But he is not my type.

The truth is that I don't see you with a girl like her.

It's not very Pol Rubio style.

Look, here is everything that was explained about the republic,

and here is all about the Civil War.

Ah... no, it's not necessary, thank you.

Oh, I just heard you were looking for history notes...

Yes, yes, yes... but Monica is leaving them to me.

-Okay then As you like. -Thank you very much, eh, Ivan.

No, nothing. Coming down?

Oh, no, I'm waiting for Monica. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-What's up with Ivan? -Every day he's more into me.

I don't know, it hurts me.

Yes, and me too, a lot, when he looks at me with those eyes...

But what do I know, what do you want me to do?

-Ivan, she likes you. -No way! She's passed me.

I'm telling you seriously. That I think that Berta wants something in the background.

I don't know.

Pay attention to me, I'm gay and I know how girls work.

Don't you see I talk a lot with them? And that, before me, nothing is silent.

Oh yeah? And how do they work?

It has happened a thousand times; the typical guy who she doesn't like that much in the first place,

but little by little she gets to know him and, suddenly, zas, she ends up falling.

And with whom has this happened to you? If you only hookup with Grinder!

Look, we're not talking about me!

And Berta may be going through this that I tell you.

And someday you should go and hit on her.

Well, shit, because I don't know how.

So do not worry, we'll think of some tactics, man.

No, I do not think she likes me. I don't think so, it seems.

Oh, "I think", you see? You also have doubts. And if she likes you, what?

Well let her come, it's much easier.

Oh

You know, I've already imagined it, that you don't greet me.

Hello, I'm looking for Eugeni Bosch. I'm Óscar Rubio.

Ah, you start today, right? -I suppose. I have a meeting with him.

Ya. I am Merlí. You've heard about me, I suppose.

No.

I'm Pol's Philosophy professor.

Oh, fuck, well yes, well, he talks a little philosophy, yes, true.

Ya... Eugeni you will find him in his office,

there at the end of the corridor, go upstairs and ask.

Okay. Thank you.

Hello.

Hello. I thought you would come back with your brother.

He has a meeting with the director of the institute.

Ya. I don't understand why Gloria offered him a job.

Now I will have him around all day.

Why is that important, in the meantime he's working.

Hey... have you seen a box where we stored the thread to sew buttons?

A blue box? Yes.

Yes, but there was nothing left, right? Four buttons

Where is it?

Oh, well, just as you told me to do some cleaning then...

I shit in the milk! Did you throw it away? -Well, papa, I thought...

Believe and think, they are brothers of tonteque!

Papa, but if you didn't use that box anymore, it was very ugly too.

Ugly?

It turns out that the ugly box was bought by your mother.

Fuck.

There she kept your baby teeth. Some photos...

Don't you remember? She said it was the little box of memories.

But there was nothing important in that box, papa.

I know, son. Don't worry.

Perhaps it's the only box that made sense in your mother's life.

An ugly box, of the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.

Did you throw it away?

What did I know! He told me to help him clean up.

And I saw him throwing a few things and...

Fuck, if I come to ask, "macho"...

But how good was it?

No, it wasn't that good. It's that it was from my mother.

Ufff... okay, I understand.

But it's the same, I do not want to drill with my merits.

Shut up. -Do not drill me

in my house, we are always the same, when we have no problems we are looking for them.

But now it seems that things are getting better. Óscar is at work at the institute.

And that's good? I'll have to endure him every day.

You're always complaining.

When you don't have work, it's a problem and when you do, it is also.

Bua... Beds...

FUA... When I live alone, I'll buy myself a huge bed.

Do you think to live alone?

I don't know, maybe I'll have a partner.

They must be so comfortable...

Oooh... FUA...

Oh, it's a fucking paradise...

My mother says that these beds are called "heavenly bed".

It's like being in heaven.

When I was little, on weekends I got up...

and went to my parents' bed and put myself between the two...

You never talk to me about your mother.

She died 10 years ago.

And there isn't one day that I don't think about her.

I never speak about it. But... I can tell you everything.

Bua... and... they won't tell us anything being here?

I don't think so.

Let's try another bed or what?

Pol.

I miss Bruno a lot.

Bua... Me too.

Would be cool to catch a plane and plant ourselves in Rome by surprise.

Yes?

Yes, it's me.

Ah okay.

Tomorrow at 5.

Perfect.

Perfect, perfect. I'll be there, thanks.

Goodbye.

Bua, wow! Do you remember that I was enrolled in an ETT?

Yes.

I have work in a supermarket in the afternoon.

Bua... Good, Pol!

At the moment they are 3 weeks, but... less gives a stone.

My father will be happy.

Oh, it seems that everything is getting better, right?

It's you who brings luck.

Merlí?

Hi. Jaume is in? -Yes, of course

I hope that Joan isn't, although I care little.

No, no, Joan has not arrived yet.

Hey, Jaume! Hey, don't you have a less boring shirt?

-What are you doing here, Merli -Merlí, please.

Go, change, we're going. -Where?

You will see. You and I. Go, we go out. -But what are you saying?

Look, Jaume...

You asked me to do miracles with Joan,

and I understand it, but you have to know that I am not an angel,

I'm not the one, Michael Landon,

and this isn't "Highway to Heaven", huh?

Ay, Merlí, go, Jaume must rest.

You told me you felt better. Go, go out, fuck, man!

I will take you to a place that you will like. Hurry up before Joan arrives.

Do you know that he does not even greet me in the corridors?

And you want me to talk to him? No thanks. I prefer to save it.

If you want to be bitter it's your problem,

but that this isn't entrusted to you, Jaume.

Enough, Merlí. -I just want to tell you...

Can you go, please?

All right, all right.

Wait wait. Wait a minute.

What the fuck. I'll come with you.

Perfect.

Jaume...

Today I feel better.

Eugeni, make it easy, we're lost, eh!

Okay, this turn!

If the chemo doctors saw me dancing country...!

-It's called "line dance"! -Ah, "line dance", sorry.

Aah! Fuck, I've hurt myself. I can't move my knee.

What happened? He can't move his knee.

What happened?

There, there. It doesn't hurt you, right?

A bit.

Go, it will pass, don't worry, it will pass. I'm very thirsty, me, you.

Look, Natalia is coming with the beers!

Oh, fuck with Natalia! -Attack, Merlí!

-Hello, handsomes! -Hello!

Your drinks...

Thank you.

3.

Although it may not seem like it, I am a professor of Philosophy.

Yes you look, yes. You make pint of Schopenhauer.

What are they laughing at? Schopenhauer had a bad face jesus...

You liked it, Merlí!

-Come go! For Natalia, come! -For Natalia!

What are you looking at?

Mmmm... Springboard jumps. Tom Daley, he's great.

Yes, he is handsome.

Well... Uh, I'm leaving.

Ivi...

Goodbye. Beautiful!

"... triple and a half."

My father was ugly?

How?

You have never told me how he was. Physically. Was he ugly?

No.

You are not ugly, Ivan.

-Yes. You say it because you're my mother. -No. I say it because it's like that.

-Don't ever say you're... -Why haven't I looked more like you?

Oh, enough, Ivan. Please. Has something happened with Berta?

No. Nothing will happen.

Maybe it's time for you to do something,

to leave doubts once and for all, right?

You are handsome, Ivan.

If Berta does not know how to value it, it's her problem.

Handsome!

-Stop! -Kiss, kiss!

Mom! Fuck...

Ah... it's you.

Yes of course. Who do you want it to be?

Papa.

He's not here? -He's gone out.

Where? Alone?

He's gone partying with Merlí.

How...? What do you say?

He came, and he convinced him to go out together.

Fuck.

Why does he fuck that, this guy? Of what ?! What the fuck ?!

Joan! Your father left happy. Let's allow him be happy?

A beginning lawyer, in his first trial,

interrogate a witness:

He says "Can you describe the suspect?"

And he says: "Yes, yes, he was tall, dark hair...

and he had a beard. "

And then the lawyer, all nervous, asks:

"But was it a man or a woman?"

Good!

My family says that I always tell the same story.

No, but it's very good, huh? Very very very. It's great.

Do you think it will help me to connect with Natalia?

I don't know, I don't know her sense of humor.

If she fucks you it meanss that she has a lot. What grace, kid.

Don't get angry, man. Beauty is relative.

I didn't go wrong and I'm not a problem.

What counts is if you release good vibes.

Binds an ugly optimist than a handsome pessimist, eh?

Hey, I love this song! Let's go!

Oh yeah! Let's go!

Let's go!

Go, go.

Natalia, I think I'll ask you for your phone number.

I don't give it to anyone. -Ya, I can imagine it.

Look, you know what, I'll give you mine and if you want to call me,

and we'll go somewhere more quiet.

And why should I do it? -Because I have to see you again.

Because you're the prettiest "cowgirl" east of the Llobregat, girl!

You're going crazy, right?

I only express my admiration for beauty.

Wow...

Go, go, give yourself a break.

No, I can't, I have a table to serve.

Go. One minute, huh? Come on.

Eee... Where is Capdevila?

He must be on campaign.

Campaign? Oh, okay.

Berta, please, read this fragment of Plotinus text.

Silence, everyone.

"If you still don't see the beauty in you,

do as the sculptor of a statue that must be beautiful.

Sculpt marble, polish it, take out everything superfluous...

until we can recognize the true good".

"The real good".

True beauty does not reside in matter,

in the body.

Matter is ugly, it's evil.

Plotino says: "Direct your gaze towards yourself,

and through reflection and thought

make the soul beautiful ".

Because when the soul is reflective, it beautifies itself.

But when it's not, then it's only a slave to its own body.

The tyranny of the body. How does it sound to you?

Oliver

Yes. Why are beautiful people more likely to find work?

So pretty like you, right?

Exact.

Very good question! Why do they ask for resumes with a photo?

It should be banned,

Shouldn't you assess the person's abilities?

Yes. It's very unfair.

And the ads for shampoos or cars always have half-naked women.

Exactly, precisely, they use the beauty of the body to sell whatever it is.

They impose archetypes of beauty

that make us keep an eye on calories all day,

of diets, of gyms.

And besides, there is an idiotic industry dedicated to an impossible,

which is to retain youth.

Fuck, have you felt a more idiotic concept...

What about the "anti-aging treatment" ?!

Damn, if Plotino were alive, amazing.

Hello, they told me they were looking for me.

Yes ma'am. We met at my house recently.

Yes Yes. I remember.

I ask a thousand apologies for my attitude towards you.

Does not matter.

I was an impertinent. Sometimes I talk too much.

Don't worry.

I repeat that I feel bad... serious, I am very sorry.

Óscar will do the job very well.

Don't doubt it. He's a good piece.

Responsible, serious at work.

They won't regret it. He is a Rubio.

Dad.

Look. What are you doing here?

Hello son. Well, Gloria, have a good day.

Likewise. Have a good day.

Fuck, the whole family in the institution.

She has the same ass as your mother. I came to give thanks.

Well, you tell me, and I give it for you.

I don't need a representative. I have a mouth.

Another thing is that you're ashamed of me.

I don't know what I last tonight,

but I woke up with a tingling here in my jaw...

And, in the end, what happened with Natalia?

Well. We gave each other's the phone numbers. It's already a lot.

I won't go out again during the week. I'm already old.

Come on, shut up, shut up, man. If you're not even 30 yet.

30 threaten me since I made 25.

It's an anguish that persecutes me.

Watch out, don't become an ugly pessimist.

-What's up with you?!

What of what? It's you, that has fucking campaigned my class.

You take my father to a bar. Why are you doing this?

I don't usually explain what I do.

Jesus, how much grief does it make you? -No he didn't. I feel sorry for you.

Don't you see that it's surreal to take him to party as ihe is?

It seems you're telling him he has 4 days left!

It's not necessary to be told, you already know that you have little time left!

And you, instead of helping him to have a calmer end, you worry.

Yesterday he even told me to help him to get you

to be not so angry, imagine.

But as you're intractable,

I preferred to take him to dance country.

You lost his face of happiness. Ass!

Very good, how Merlí of you.

And do you think that thanks to it, he will live longer?

But you're dumb? You have the head just to separate your ears or what?

I'm down to my balls, Merlí, that you get my family!

I don't want you to approach the father! It's clear? Stay away!

And you, what are you going to do? Will you approach him at once?

Or should one die so that afterwards everything is lamentations?

-Including foam, it was full... -You ended up with red eyes...

Ea, you look happy, today, huh?

What do you say, boy?

Man, yesterday you were trying some mattresses there with Tania...

Who told you, this?

A first year student, who saw you.

What, were they comfortable or what, the beds?

Of course they were comfortable. They were brutal, they were expensive.

You're going out together, huh? -What do you say, fool!

No, we went in just for fun,

because from the outside you could see very comfortable beds.

But all good with Tania or what? -Sure, we're colleagues and that's it.

Colleagues... Too funny!

You can't tell him anything, "macho"!

Watch out, Pol, Tania is one of those who fall in love quickly.

What do you say?

Let's see, I don't know about you,

but I'm not just going to try beds with colleagues...

Me neither, we are friends and nothing else. That's it, "macho"!

One moment, nothing would happen either, eh, Tania I like very much.

Yes, but we are colleagues and enough, there is nothing between us.

You know the kind of girl I like.

Yeah, but since lately you haven't picked anyone up.

I thought you were already with Tania.

Besides, Tania gets on top of you and crushes you, "macho."

-Uaaala, man! -No, now she's thinner.

Yes, she lost 200 grams the day she forgot...

to eat a cake for a snack, colleague!

What do you say, turkey?

Do you know who I like? Your mother.

Buddy, what are you doing?

There are options...

No, I mean, you have a guy in the face... Man...

Uoooh!

Here, wear this. It's from the lost and found.

Thank you.

I didn't know you like... cakes.

So funny.

I talked to Tania. She heard the criticism between you and your colleagues.

I shit on the bitch, I knew it, you!

Fuck, I'm an idiot but...

I guess with this cake she wanted to make it clear

that you can go to hell.

You are very intelligent, you.

If I were a student, I would write the research paper about you.

Hey, you're funny today. -No, no. It would fill many pages.

"Doubts and contradictions of Pol Rubio".

You have more problems than you seem, Pol.

I know. People think that everything is going well because I am handsome.

Jesus, how are you? "I'm handsome," he says.

What's up?

You can say you're a good teacher and I can't say I'm handsome?

Good reflection.

Maybe it's because they've always told me, that I ended up believing.

And since I look handsome to them, people think that I don't have problems,

that everything is going well, that I have good luck...

And then, when things go badly for me, they rejoice.

You've seen class laughter before...

They don't realize that the handsome have more to lose than the ugly ones.

Yes. The handsome ones, with the passage of time, stick to it from above.

They lose their hair, don't they get fat...

On the other hand, the ugly ones are already from the beginning. It isn't news anymore.

"Look, look at this... He's not Pol Rubio, this one?"

"Damn, he''s changed! Look, he was handsome, huh?"

Thanks for the cheering.

Be that as it may, handsome or ugly, you owe me a good job on Hegel.

Today I start working in the afternoons in a supermarket.

So in 3 weeks we'll see each other

and you tell me if you hold me up or if you put me on a miserable 5.

What happened with Pol?

It's long to explain. Why don't you come home this afternoon?

Ok, I think so. Tània...

Aa... I've gotta go.

What about you? You look refreshed, huh?

Same to you.

But I didn't want to say all that, I don't think that, Tania.

Yeah, but you said it, right?

I didn't want to put a cake on your face either and I did it. What a pity!

Jesus fucking, what the fuck, eh! -Yes, it's what I think.

That I feel a supposed friend of mine who criticizes me behind my back is a hypocrite!

Tania, already. -Don't talk to me. Leave me!

I hope you it helps you a lot work, Pol!

Hey, Berta!

Hey.

That's crazy about Tania, isn't it

FUA, crazy, huh!

I don't know what tPol said, because he didn't want to explain it to me,

but something fat, fat, huh ?!

Knowing him, he is capable of having fucked her mother...

But where are you going!

Look, I prefer to laugh at my misfortunes.

Yes, yes, great!

Hey, where are you going to eat? Do you want to come home?

Ee... No, it's not necessary, thank you.

Total, Oliver has stayed with a colleague, my mother does not think she will come,

or if you want we could go to make a sandwich...

Another day, maybe, Ivan, is that I don't know.

Okay. It does not matter. No, I don't insist. I'm not stupid either.

I know you have no interest in Me. -Ivan, I mean...

Berta, let me talk.

You know what bothers me. What the bastard Pol told you.

And I know that you wouldn't mess with me even if you were drunk.

-Well, it's not that either, Ivan. -Berta, that's it.

I heard you at the Christmas party,

You told Monica in the bathroom "even if I was drunk".

I was in one of the closed toilets and I heard you.

What the fuck, man!

It's the same, only lately with the good vibes we've had...

I thought maybe something had changed,

but I see no; I already thought about it.

And if you already thought about it, why the hell have you made me go through this? Hey?

Jesus, Ivan! Think how I feel! Put yourself in my place!

Fuck!

Joan! Joan!

What's up?!

You have, help me, just scrub. Your father has vomited.

What's wrong with him?

Are you're stupid? What does chemo do? -Wasn't it better yesterday?

Yesterday was yesterday. Now it is now! I'm here, Jaume! -You just scrub!

What is all this?

No, we moved to the room below, I don't want him to climb stairs.

Above all, the key to the box you have to always carry over.

And you have to learn your code by heart.

It's easy, isn't it?

I, just in case, always have it written on a piece of paper here.

You don't want to not write it down, better write it down.

Here are the promotions,

that more or less every 10 minutes you have to announce by public address.

Don't think it's easy to hit the tone.

Because there are people who get too excited, and this isn't a raffle.

Ya, I guess...

You have to put a formal tone, such as dealing with the client,

that must be formal according to company philosophy.

What's that, "Count" Dracula, you want to fly away?

Look, start with this.

All these products, you put them here, okay?

And if you have any questions, you can ask Efra,

who's with the drinks, there.

Who? Efra? -Efra, yes.

Thank you, Encarna, merci. -Very well. Bye now.

Ehm... Excuse me, Efra?

Oh, you're the new one. Pol?

Yes. Pleasure.

Only for 3 weeks, eh.

Ehm... Look, I found this expired and I don't know where to take it.

In the store. All you find, the doors, when you finish, in the warehouse.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey. Welcome, eh.

Thank you.

Natalia?

Hi, it's Merlí. Yesterday, remember?

Yes... Oh, were you going to call me? And why didn't you do it, woman?

I like you to tell me "Schopenhauer".

Oh perfect.

I'll pick you up later then. All right, bye now.

Wow. Poor Ivan.

Oh, shut up, don't make me feel worse.

No, no, if nothing happens. If you don't like him, you don't like him and that's it.

Ya, but I've always complained...

that everyone valued me only for the physical.

Because I'm beautiful or I have big tits or... ow.

And now Ivan values me for how I am. He likes me because it's me.

But it's that he doesn't attract anything physically. Nothing.

I mean, I'm doing to him what I didn't want them to do to me.

No. You value it as it is. What happens is that you don't like him, and that's it.

It's that I wish I liked him, because he's such a good guy, but so much...

Well you. And you what? Hey? Cake throwing...

Look... he deserved it.

I heard him laughing at me with Uri and all.

Fuck, he's a bastard, Pol.

Yes. The worst thing is that I'm caught. -No kidding!

And why didn't you tell me anything?

It did me a lot of thing to tell you, because you had been boyfriends and...

What do I know, you've seen that we've become very colleagues lately.

Yes, I had seen it but, I don't know, I thought that, as Bruno left,

you had made friends, but friends, friends, and nothing more.

Yes, I thought that too, but then I thought it was cool...

What an idiot I am, and now I have seen clearly that no.

He is a hypocrite. But I'm not going to cry a tear, huh.

This was Tania from before. The one now throws cakes.

That's shitty.

Hm. You don't know what you suffer when you're in love but they pass you up.

Hi. I can come in?

Yes Yes of course.

What...

I've been very bad and screaming screaming... I don't know, I got nervous.

It's the same, it's the same. -It's not the same, Ivan.

I mean, we can be friends even if we're not a couple, right?

How lucky I am...

Not only have you rejected me, but you have done it twice in a day.

I like you so well, Ivan.

It's as if thanks to you, I was less bad-tempered.

Yes, already... you don't make so much snot at people,

You are more calm.

For me you're a very good friend.

No.

How?

No, no. That you can't ask me to be friends

From now on I want to talk the minimum with you.

I would like to not see you for a while. To get you out of my head.

Berta, do you think it's easy to see you in class every day?

No no. I already... I understand.

I... I would have loved you... and respected,

much more than Pol has done in his life.

Today, when Tania had thrown the cake in class, I loved it.

The handsome boys of the class ridiculed in front of everyone.

I have trouble for many things, eh,

but it's on top that he is handsome, the bastard.

If in 20 years I find him ugly, bald and fat...

I will be a little happier.

"Dear customers, from today until the end of the month,

pick up half a kilo of Don Jeronimo cheese,

only two euros and 99 cents.

Take advantage of the offer."

You have to put a little more optimism.

The idea is to sell the cheese, Pol. -Okay, okay.

No matter what you sell, it matters how you sell it.

What about you?

Don't be angry with Encarna. She only follows the company philosophy.

No, now really. With her you will get along well.

The manager who was before yes uh... was a son of a bitch.

So I've been lucky to get here now?

Because she is there, and because it's me. I am a very good co-worker.

Yes, yes, yes... I see.

Yes, you've asked me before what to do with the expired and I've told you.

Yes, yes, I don't say no. I'm a bastard, huh?

Don't come near me, eh.Ah yes? -Are you going to make me a bitch or what?

You never know.

What a pity, I was going to tell you to take something later.

So bad... informal, without the uniform.

Ya. Without the uniform.

Yes, but dressed, huh. You of Pol, and I of Efra.

Aaah...

Hey, Joan...

Hey, dad.

They told me that you went out yesterday.

Yes, yes, and you see how I've stayed.

Because if I'm like this it's because of the big party yesterday,

not because of chemotherapy...

I brought you something.

No, no... I don't like it, Joan.

Dad, it could be good for you.

Light it.

It reminds me of my college years.

Did you smoke? -No... a couple of times.

Come on, tell me something that will fix my day.

-You know what? -What?

A...

a beginner lawyer, at his first trial,

He had to ask the witness of a murder some questions.

He asked: "Could you describe the suspect?"

And the man answered: "He was tall, dark hair... and he had a beard".

And the lawyer, who was very nervous, asks: "Was it a man or a woman?"

And you know what happens today? I don't know, I feel nervous.

The institute chooses a prize from a foundation.

And today the court comes to assess the center.

Everything has to go perfectly. There's a lot at stake.

And the students who are always in the expelled room, what will you do?

Shut up, shut up. -Merli can take care of them.

So now I have to take care of troubled students?

Stay with them, distract them, make no noise.

What do we want? -Make some noise!

Perfect, very good. Go, follow me, lepers.

Ferran! Welcome to Ángel Guimerà!

I thought you would welcome us with something to snack on...

-What is this little group doing? -I don't know.

Eugeni is too aware of her management project.

As if I didn't know to whom they will give the place; It's the only one that presents itself.

This is the only... Oh, is there someone else?

I guess Silvana has spoken. -Silvana?

Silvana, can you stay with Nil for an hour?

Go, Nil, go, let's play.

Tania, you have not spoken to me for days.

Well, wait for months.

Oh, these pimps are what they need, right?

Spend a little bad, and not go so much cool.

What, you know something about Gery?

When talk of Gery comes out, everyone looks at me. I'm up to the balls.

Okay, okay, quiet. Excuse me. Relax, relax.

What's up, bull? Why do you call me "bull"?

Cause I have seen your balls?