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Hmm. Hmm! My, oh my!

This is delicious. No one makes
orange juice like you, Glòria.

Don't be silly.
It's just that the oranges are good.

I'm telling you, it's you who give it
a five-star hotel touch.

I don't know, you get the froth
that always stays on top.

Oh, it looks like today,
we'll have to take the umbrella.

Glòria, did you see something
entering the dining room?

Oh, my God, it's my son.

What's the matter?

You've been extremely quiet
for the last two weeks.

Alfonso, let him be.

He has his own life.
The exams, the scholarship...

Scholarship? He's not like this
because of the scholarship.

Let me tell you what's wrong
with Dopey dwarf.

- It's called being lovesick.
- Alfonso, shut up.

I'm sure it's just some girl gave him
the brushoff. I can totally see it.

Hey, weren't you told to shut up?

Hey, kid. Watch that fresh mouth.

Yeah and what about you?
What do you care about my personal life?

You never cared about anything.

About my studies,
whether I'm seeing someone or not...

Look, kid. I worked my ass off

so that neither you nor your brother
would ever lack for anything.

If you'd cared a little bit more,

I wouldn't be waiting
on a scholarship, okay?

What do you think?

That I like being stuck
in a parking garage

to pay for my fucking tuition, huh?

You didn't even help me financially
with my driving lessons.

- And I'm still paying for it.
- Will you stop that, please?

Your problem is, you wish you'd been born
into a rich family

like your rich little buddy there.

Wake up. Sometimes we couldn't
even pay the electric bill.

You wake up!
There are fathers who are totally broke,

but still help out to pay
for their children's education.

If it were up to you, you would've
made me work at 14 to pay the bills!

Jesus fucking Christ!

I started working when I was 14,
and I'm proud of it, you little shit!

I might be a little shit,
but at least I'm not an asshole!

In this house, no one insults anyone.

Hmm.

CRAZY

The Oracle of Delphi.

The Oracle had predicted
that Oedipus would kill his father

and marry his mother.

And how did Oedipus react?

He ran away from the destiny
written down by the gods.

But as the story progresses, it turns out
that any attempt at avoiding it

takes him closer to his tragic end.

And one day, at a crossroads,

Oedipus encounters his father,
without knowing who he is, and slays him.

What do you think?

As I read it, I kept thinking
Oedipus is a bit reckless.

Yeah, me too.
I mean, Oedipus lives in a world

where there are still gods
and uncontrollable forces,

and the guy kills the first man
who gets in his way.

Of course. I mean, if you've been told

that you'll kill your father,
don't kill anyone, right?

True, but he's convinced
the man is not his father.

According to Jean-Paul Sartre,

that's the terrible truth hidden
in the tragedy of Oedipus.

We think we know ourselves,

but deep inside,
we have no idea who we are.

But Oedipus needs to know.

Tiresias tells him not to ask questions,
but he insists.

Well, look, that's what you get
for asking.

You've killed your father and you are
married to your mother, I mean...

That is a great point.

Do we wanna know what will happen?

Do we believe in destiny?

Who believes in destiny?

Wait a minute,
why do you all come to class

if you believe
that everything is predestined?

Why don't you just stay home, sit on
the couch and wait for things to happen?

Dude, I did that for a long time
and believe me, nothing usually happens.

I think that if there is a destiny,
it depends only on our decisions.

I refuse to believe
my life is predestined.

But you do believe in destiny.

You think your future
is becoming a philosophy teacher.

You poor thing.
Is this really what you want from life?

I like to think
I'll be a philosophy teacher.

I know I will, 'cause I'll make it happen.

But then you're denying
the random factor, right?

Okay, okay, randomness exists,
I'm not saying that it doesn't,

- but one thing is...
- The fact that randomness exists,

that not everything depends on us,
is a consolation.

We say, "I've been fired, but, of course,
my... my boss was a son of a bitch."

Yes or no?

Yeah, I agree. You must improvise
and you have to be flexible,

but it's one thing...

If you're so flexible, why are so sure
you'll be a philosophy teacher?

You might end up selling used cars
at some shitty car dealership.

You're a little bit stupid, aren't you?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
In here, we show respect.

Dude, are you gonna congratulate me
or what?

I won the debate, man.

I demolished your
"I don't believe in destiny" theory.

Damn, I think I deserve a prize,
at least one French kiss.

You fucking son of a bitch!

Stop busting my balls. Is that clear?

All right, all right.

Hey! That bounced twice on your side.

Minerva, hit it hard!
The kid is a weakling!

Why don't you shut up, man?

- Yes! Yes!
- Yeah! Well done! Go, Argentina!

Coming back, huh?

What did you think, fancy boy?

You haven't even been to my house.
Come today.

I don't know if I'm ready
for so much luxury in one day.

Wait till you see the house in Calella.

It's mega?

It's a paradise, Minerva.
It's gorgeous.

It's the best house in the world.

- Down by the sea.
- Well, you better hurry up then

before it gets sold.

Serve it up.

What did you say, Henry?

Seriously, Ferran wrecked two cars
parking in Chamonix.

Your husband
is also a terrible driver?

Well, enough with the jokes.

I've had it up to here.
My Ferran fucks me well.

So, yeah.

Shut up.

What's all this
about selling the house in Calella?

Victòria, you should have told him.

Well, it turns out your father
was not good with accounting.

Now they're demanding a lot of money, Rai.

That stupid motherfucker.

All his fucking life,
he did what he fucking wanted...

- That fucking...
- Enough, Rai! Please.

Why don't you sell the house in Cerdanya?

Because we'd get less for that one.

The house in Cerdanya
won't give us enough to cut it.

What about the auction house, huh?
And the savings?

The capital is sacred
and we don't touch the business.

Why should explain any of this to you?

Who are you to tell me
what to do with my assets?

I am your son.

And I wanted to die of old age in Calella,
by the sea.

- Oh!
- Oh, that's lovely.

- Shut up.
- If the house in Calella

is so important to you,
why don't you ever go?

Oh, I know. Because you're a spoiled brat

who wants to know he owns things,
but he doesn't use them.

Why don't you go play ping-pong
with your little friend?

Ah, hello, Miranda.

Minerva.

Hmm.

Rai, Rai!

Was it really necessary to do that?

Fuck!

I love your nose.

- Hi.
- Hi. Is Pol here?

No, he's not.

Ah, I thought he'd be back
from school now.

He never tells me
what his schedule is.

Hey, do you have a minute?

I'm hanging a painting on the wall,
you know?

- Yes.
- Uh, leave it.

Leave the umbrella right there.

It's okay, no one will steal it here.

Come in. Come on in. Look, it's here.

See? Look.

All right.

- Okay.
- Ah, around here. So?

Okay, raise the left side up a little bit.

- Here?
- Yes. There is good, I think.

Yeah, come over and mark it for me.

All right, perfect.

Listen, why don't you come over
for dinner sometime and distract Pol?

- Huh? He's acting so stupid lately.
- Really?

Listen, and if you talk and it gets late,

you can spend the night here,
we have a fold-out bed.

Well, that wouldn't be necessary.

I mean, Pol has a big bed.
We know each other well.

The painting will look good there.

Given a function "f" of "x",

we want to find another function
that we'll show with a capital F,

it's what we call an antiderivative,
or primitive,

- of the given "F" function.
- You had to come?

- You're so stubborn.
- For instance...

- It's Greek to me, but I love it.
- ...the capital F function of x...

x squared, is a primitive
of the function... f of x...

...two x.

Why is the derivative x squared?

Because the derivative
of x squared is two x.

Oh, right.

Now, the question is,
is this antiderivative...

Someday, I'll go to philosophy
and wreak havoc.

...the only one possible
for the function f of x, two x?

What are you still doing here?

- I'll go.
- No, no. wait. It's okay.

What do you want?

I'm just surprised
to see you here this late.

And you?

I slipped into Arnau's class.
Differential calculus.

Why?

I love it. You could join me sometime.

- Pass.
- Hmm.

You're not having a good day?

You guys had quite a spat,
I mean, you and Rai.

He was being a fucking dick
and I had to call him out on it.

I'm sure he doesn't even remember.
That guy does his own thing.

Right now, he's playing paddle tennis
with Minerva.

Hmm?

Wait here. I'll get my books
and we'll go together?

Oti.

Another. Black label, okay?

Hey, come on. It's enough.

What's the matter?

Don't I pay you good money
for what I drink in this dump?

Well, well! Alberto, this is my boyfriend.

He's old enough, so I won't get arrested.

Come on! Pour me a little whiskey.

Professor Bolaño, everything okay?

Fantastic.

Alberto, the bartender from the Titanic,
doesn't wanna do his fucking job.

My name isn't even Alberto,
and she knows it.

Come on, get out.

I'm getting tired of this.
Can you take her, please?

Let's go.

I can do it myself.

Oh.

I was at the opening of this bar
in the '80s, you son of a bitch!

Enough, leave it. Come on, let's go.

Look for the foundation stone,
you'll find my name on it.

- Please, stop it.
- Ow.

Hey, taxi!

It's not because I can't walk,
because of the rain, to treat myself.

Do you need me to go with you somewhere?

Well, look, I won't say no.

That way, you can chat
with the taxi driver.

You didn't know me
when I was a young, ambitious professor.

And I was very creative!

That sucks.

You're only getting leftovers.

Back then, I loved organising debates
with my students outside of class.

Is your daughter home?

What the fuck do you know
about my daughter?

I don't know anything.
I just met her the other day on campus.

Stop. Stop, it's here!

Stop. Pull over here.

Okay, here we are. That's it.

Thanks. Good night!

You are getting too involved
in my private life.

- Me? Oh, my God.
- And I won't fucking allow it.

You're so drunk,
you never would've gotten home alone.

- This is what I get for helping.
- Listen, you little shit.

I'm not drunk. I'm not alone.

Just leave. Just leave me alone. Alone.

Okay, go on. See you soon.

Alone.

- Oh.
- Jesus.

Are you all right?

Come on, handsome, you wanna kiss me?

Hey, stop it. What are you doing?
Don't do that.

- Shit. No, please don't.
- Come on, feel my tits.

No, no, please, Professor Bolaño,
don't do this.

- Touch my tits.
- I don't...

Please don't, stop.
I don't wanna see you like this.

- Don't you understand?
- Do I repulse you?

Is that it? Huh?

What a fucking shitty day.

You're soaking wet.

Yeah? No kidding.

- Bruno came by.
- And?

Nothing. I asked him
to help me hang a painting.

- Huh.
- Listen.

Are you and Bruno, uh...

boyfriends or something?

Look, son, I'm not kidding.

We were talking
and he sort of implied that, uh...

well, that you know each other very well.

That there's something else.

No, no, there isn't...
there isn't anything else.

We're friends.

For the record,
I have no problem with that.

But, well, it's something
I would have liked to hear from you

instead of hearing it from someone else
looking like a fool.

No, because there's nothing to tell, Dad.

Come on, do you think that when I was
with... with Berta or with... with Tania,

I was pretending?

No. No, no, of course not.

Nowadays, you know, young people
are so much more open-minded.

Once again, you can tell me.

Okay, that's enough. I said no. Period.

I don't wanna waste time
with this bullshit.

I'm not hiding anything from you,
goddamn it.

Come on, I saw his face.

I'm not that dumb,
even if you think I'm just some...

Stop it!

Do you want Glòria to come in
and see us fighting again?

You know we don't talk about these things.
Why start now?

It's none of your business.

What did you say to my dad?

You fucking scared me.

Come up. I don't know if you've noticed,
but it's raining.

I was talking to your father
and it slipped out.

No, we all know how petty
you can be, Bruno.

Pol, seriously, I didn't go
into any details, I promise.

Nobody has a right to talk to my family
about my private life.

If anyone was gonna tell him,
it should've been me!

Okay, all right, I get it, damn it!

I made a mistake, fine!

Did you come here to beat me up
in the rain? Seriously?

Why are you doing this to me, Bruno?
I thought you were my friend.

Of course I'm your friend.

Pol, I know you better than anyone else,
even better than Rai.

And I know the reason you feel this way.

It's because that guy blew you off
when you hit on him.

For you, it's hard to swallow
because no one's ever rejected you.

When you fall in love,
it isn't always mutual, Pol.

Wow.

Look how that guy holds the sword,
with such dignity.

He was an inquisitor.

He keeps me company.

We all have ghosts that keep us awake
at night, you know.

When I was a kid,
I slept 11 hours in a row.

I woke up on Sundays
in my grandmother's house

to the smell of her Sunday roast.

I want you to sleep 11 hours again today.

It's spring time in Calella.

It's neither hot nor cold on the beach.

The smell of salt water is mixed
with the smell of the roast dinner.

Do you think she heard the plate
I smashed earlier this morning?

It's all right, Glòria.

I don't know what happened
between you and your father,

but the two of you declaring war
during breakfast...

Don't worry, it's not that serious.

Once I told you I had no intention
of mothering you.

Maybe what I meant is
that I don't think I know how to do it.

It's okay. I don't know
how to be a son either.

Did you seriously go to Math class
just to check out the hot guys?

Dude, some of them are just so...

But what's going on with Arnau?

Well, we're good, but...

You've only been with him?

Only when someone turns me on.

- I spent last night with Rai.
- What?

I swear I hadn't slept that well
for ages, girl.

Oh, no. I already knew
that you two were...

Damn it, Minerva! I wanna be like you.

You always do what you want.

What you should do
is be a bit more of a badass.

You wanna play bad, be bad.

Be bad.

What do you expect when you talked
about his private life with his father?

I'm actually surprised Pol didn't hit you.
I think you deserve it.

Do you agree with her?

Stop it!

Stop. It's not funny.

Look, Bruno, when I was little,
my class organised a group picture.

They put me all the way in the back.

And they laughed at me.
They called me "the fat faggot".

The school's principal thought so too
and he told my parents.

- What a jerk.
- Sure, of course.

They already suspected.
But I hung in there, you know.

And here in Barcelona, I'm Ángel. Period.

Ángel and Ángela, right?

You told him?

It isn't a secret.

Sometimes, at the Nou Satanassa,
they let me take the mic, lip-sync.

Maybe I was a bit out of line with Pol.

Hey! All right, all right, I get it.

The other day, I was in a book store
and I found a book by Seneca,

titled "On the Happy Life",
on the shelf with self-help books.

I have four things to say about that.

The second one...

...is that one can help themselves.

If anything, self-help books
should be called "help books".

Because it's the books themselves
that supposedly help us.

Also, the bookseller had no idea
who Seneca was.

He looked for the keyword "happiness",
and that was it.

And lastly...

I'm really annoyed by the fact
that the word "happiness"

is used so lightly in today's society.

"Are you happy?"

What the fuck do you care?

That's something very private.

Schopenhauer said that happiness
was a deplorable illusion,

and that philosophy had to fight
the concept of happiness

as the blindest of all stupidities.

To demonstrate my point,

I will show you a scene
from Cries and Whispers by Ingmar Bergman.

You don't even know who that is.

Who wants to help me go get the projector?

That one doesn't work.

No, not you. You are still growing
and your bones are soft.

Let's see. Hmm.

You. Yes, you.

Listen, I don't...
I don't want any problems.

I got into the taxi last night
to help you...

Who do you think you are?

I don't need anyone to pull me
out of a dark hole.

Well, if I hadn't turned up at the bar...

Enough. I'm responsible
for my own behaviour.

I'm taking some very strong painkillers
for my back.

And if I drink three little beers,
that's what happens.

I understand why you feel uncomfortable,
but I don't.

Now, you can do whatever you want
with the information you have.

No, I won't say anything.

I just wanna keep coming to class
like nothing ever happened.

Very well. Then get to class, Mr Rubio.

Okay, then why don't you
take care of yourself?

I mean... I mean, that if...
if you did that,

maybe we could get back
to the old Professor Bolaño.

You said that you-you used to,
I don't know, be more focused.

I know what I said.

But don't get your hopes up.

I'm one step away from eternity,
but you all think you're immortal.

That's not true.

Working with young people ages you.

You'll understand
when you become a professor.

Professor? You think so?

If you take care of yourself.

Bravo!

Don't you love the beginning
of "The Nicomachean Ethics"?

"Good is that at which all things aim."

Yeah, but first, we should define
the concept of "good", you know?

What are you doing?

We're chatting, can't you see?

All right, all right.

I have a huge crush on Rai,
but I'm also into women.

- Oti, if you ever tell anyone...
- No, no, no.

Dude, it's so cool you told me that.

You know, people tell me secrets.

Mm. Is that so?

I know everything about my village.

One day, a man selling
household appliances confessed to me

- that some of the fridges were stolen.
- Hmm-mm.

And then we kept talking,
and we ended up fucking.

Do you know how old he was? Thirty-nine.

And I was 17.

Oh, my God.

But he knew I was a minor.

Was it ethical on his part
to fuck with me?

Who determines what's ethical
and what's not?

And who decides the age of consent?

And what's love?

Come here, come here, come here.

Yes, yes, I killed one. Okay, okay.

No, no, no. I don't wanna be a rat.

Okay, here, here.

Yes, yes, yes! Get down, get down,
get down. I'll cover you.

I'll cover you. I'll cover you.

Okay, turn around, turn around!

Dude, Falgui, you're dead!

You're worse at this
than my grandma. Dude.

Ho-Hold on.

Tell me, is there any girl you like?

Fa-Falgui, wait. Be right back. Yeah.

- Babe, what's wrong?
- Just answer me.

Sure. I like you.

Come on. You must have liked some girl
since we've come to Barcelona.

There's over a million
and a half people here.

What about you? Do you like anyone
besides my Math teacher?

Yeah, sure. Plenty.

W-Wait a minute, wait.

Wait. Are you saying
we should have threesomes and stuff?

No, sweetie, no.
It's just that we are so classical.

It seems our parents are already
getting ready for us to get married.

Well, we'll do...
we'll do our own thing. Yeah?

We'll see.

Falgui, I'm back.

Dude, I leave you alone
for one minute and... twice? Gosh.

Okay, turn around. Yes, yes, yes.

Bad girl.

- Bad girl.
- Damn it!

Hey.

How was your day today? Better?

Yeah. And yours?

Good. Come. Come here for a minute.

So? What do you think?

- Where did you get that?
- At the Encants.

I told Glòria it's from an antique shop,
which always sounds better.

You're going to cover up her walls.

She doesn't like it.

She doesn't say it because
she doesn't wanna hurt my feelings,

but couples like us
work like that, you know.

No, I don't know about that.

Listen, son.

Oh, it sounds like you're about to say
something important.

I am.

Do you remember the time
Óscar and I laughed at you,

calling you the intellectual
of the family?

- It's not a big deal.
- Let me finish.

And I have been thinking... that you are.

An intellectual?

You've achieved... something
that's never been done in this family.

You've entered higher education.

Nobody has done what you have done
in the Rubio family.

Yeah, okay.

And also...

I like you being different.

Is there anything you wanna tell me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, what?

It's true that...

I am a bit different.

Okay.

Well, okay.

All right then, back to my things.

BRUNO: I'M AN IDIOT.

- I don't think he'll be long.
- Thanks, Henry.

You fucking son of a bitch!

- I love it!
- What the fuck, Rai!

I was gonna do it to my mom,
but then you showed up.

Dude, I have a bunch fireworks
and two fountains.

- Shall we light them up?
- No way, man. Fuck that.

All right. Did you bring your bring
your bathing suit?

- No, I didn't come here to swim.
- Then why did you come?

No reason. I just wanted to tell you...

- I wanted to know how you were.
- Hmm-mm.

You want us to be friends again.

- Don't you?
- Sure. I decided we'd be friends.

What do you mean "decided"?

That, uh, first day of class,

I took your wallet and you came here
to fetch it, right?

You did that on purpose?

I think I don't know how to get close
to people without playing some prank.

That means we weren't predestined
to be friends.

No. I made it happen.

The problem is,
I just wanted to be friends with you.

I didn't expect to wanna be
anything more than friends with you.

But there are some things
we can't control.

So are you getting in or not?

No, I don't feel like it.

Henry, bring my friend some shorts!

Give me that.
I'm gonna blow your head off.

Dude, how is it possible that in only
two months, you've fallen in love with me?

You son of a... Hey!

That was a bad idea.
I'm gonna torture you. Huh?

Yeah, my family
already tortures me enough.

My father, even after death,
is a big pain in the ass.

Since when is something in the ass
a bad thing?

Okay, okay.

Then let's say... he's fucking with us.

If he's fucking with you so much
from the afterlife,

why don't you move the painting?

That way, you won't have
to see it every day.

Well, then let's do it right.

Best decision of your life.

What?

Hey.

I'm making a wish.

Why did you let me do that?

I did it out of love.

♪ Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling ♪

♪ So lonely ♪

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Crazy for feeling so blue ♪

♪ I knew you'd love me ♪

♪ As long as you wanted ♪

♪ And then someday ♪

♪ You'd leave me for somebody new ♪

♪ Worry ♪

♪ Why do I let myself worry? ♪

♪ Wondering ♪

♪ What in the world did I do? ♪

♪ Crazy ♪

♪ For thinking
That my love could hold you ♪

♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪

♪ And crazy for crying ♪

♪ And I'm crazy for loving you ♪

♪ Crazy ♪

♪ For thinking
That my love could hold you ♪

♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪

♪ And crazy for crying ♪

♪ And I'm crazy for loving ♪

♪ You ♪