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REINVENT YOURSELF NEVER CHANGE

"Reinvention". That means you have to get out of your comfort zone.

Very much in vogue nowadays.

And what if I don't want to? If I'm comfortable?

And "don't ever change"

refers to the dreadful cliché to "just be yourself".

What do you think?

Do we change as people? Or are we the same as five years ago?

Heraclitus says that, if we want to define identity,

we have a problem,

because we need two contradictory things to define it.

That which remains the same, and that which does change.

That's the paradox of identity.

If we are always the same, nothing could ever happen to us

because it would change us.

And if things are continually happening to us, to whom are they happening?

Aristotle would apparently solve this problem,

by separating substance from accidents.

- Yes? - When Aristotle talks about "accidents",

what exactly does he mean?

Biel, accidents are a means, like any other, to define being.

- Rather like act and potency, right? - Yes. Yes.

According to Aristotle, the fulfilment of being of anything,

is the passage from potentiality to actual.

That is to say, entelechy, understood as the act in its fullest sense.

Exactly.

Any questions?

Yes. Look, you said,

"The fulfilment of being anything

is the passage from potentiality to actual." Right?

By "the being of anything",

are you referring to substance, accidents or both things at once?

Come on, we'll be here all day, man.

I'm referring to the essence, to that without which, nothing can be.

There you have it, buddy.

Ortega y Gasset had the famous line:

"I am me and my circumstances".

So we could say that as people, we are two things:

what changes and what doesn't change.

We are and are not at the same time.

This could be the title of the assignment I propose.

Don't worry, it's voluntary. It's just to get your grades up.

- Has anyone heard from Rai? - No. Not at all.

Biel, thank you for the questions you asked today.

They helped me understand what Montoliu was explaining.

Ah, you're welcome. Well, I understood it all perfectly in the end.

Sure, I mean, it's a tricky subject matter sometimes.

- It happens to me too. - Mm.

Well then, should we all go to the bar for a drink?

- Let's go. - Not with you.

Do you have a problem?

Were you already like this in high school?

Hm. "Like this", how?

Needing to prove you were the best in the class?

Excuse me, I have no need to prove that I'm...

Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

And also, you mock your fellow students when they reveal their doubts.

Minerva, it's not that big of a...

I find it offensive, Pol. Honestly, I don't recognise you.

And if that's what you're really like, I don't like you at all.

Okay, all right, there you are. See you later.

And you, pretty boy.

- Go to hell, you fucking bitch! - See you there, asshole.

Yeah?

Hey, what's up? You coming to class or what?

What time is it?

It's 11:00.

You missed Montoliu and we have Logic at noon.

The guy is going to give us a dose of "empty set".

Okay.

Um, just one thing.

Did you do something to Minerva for her to be so bitchy to me?

No, no, no, not me. Why?

Fuck, I don't know. She really blew me up at me

and I didn't know what to do or say.

Well, then, why did you pick on her?

I didn't. It was nothing.

She said I'm a show-off or something

because I said what I knew about substance.

But really it's because Biel can't keep up with us and she wanted to defend him.

Anyway, I don't care, she can bite me, you know.

Whatever, never mind.

Hey, Rai. Are you there?

Oh, you're still here.

Did you just arrive or were you already home?

- I just got up. - Oh.

So? Aren't you going to tell me what you've done with your father's painting?

I put it away.

You threw it away.

The painting's fine, okay?

Quite frankly,

I feel it's better for everyone if it's not in the library.

We could hang up yours, when you finish it.

- I like your paintings more, mom. - Mm-hm.

- Don't suck up to me. I'm no fool. - It's true.

Hello, hello!

- Vicky, Henry's waiting in the car. - What are you doing here?

Rai and I have a tennis date.

- Aren't you changing? - Yeah, yeah.

Well, I've got a Zoom meeting with the Madrid people.

I don't understand people's obsession with seeing each other's faces

- while speaking on the phone. - Mm.

- Say hello to Júlia. - Okay.

- Feed Cosmo before you go out. - Mm.

Biel, are you ready to work together on our Philosophy homework?

- Is that cool? - You and I? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Well, I... - Oh, you're doing it together?

Yes, but don't worry, I can just find somebody else. It's not a big deal.

No, I don't want to get in the way, it's okay.

No, no, no, you're not in the way. We hadn't started it yet. No. No, no.

Sorry about the little scene with Pol.

- It's fine, really. - No, don't worry about it.

He's just so conceited.

If someone isn't understanding something, they should feel free to ask questions.

- That's why we're here, to learn, right? - Yeah.

Let's try and keep it cool. Hey, Pol!

Wanna do the assignment together?

You sure you want to do it with me?

Remember, I'm an expert and I mock those who don't know something.

I'll get over it.

Next time you have a question in class,

wait and go to the professor's office to ask her.

REINVENT YOURSELF

- What's this? - All yours.

You know I hate mugs that say anything motivational.

NEVER CHANGE

Ah, of course, you don't need to change because you're perfect.

The professor of the hour.

And you're so humble.

It's green tea.

Come in.

- No, it's, it's, um... - It's for me.

Take a seat, please.

I just wanted...

Okay, I'm the one with all the questions.

Yes, that's okay. Ask whatever you want.

Let's see. Uh...

Separating substance from accidents,

does that mean that identity is lost?

No.

According to Aristotle, both things make up the being.

Right. Substance...

My, my fellow students are very intelligent

and, and I know perfectly what it is, but I don't...

Or maybe they don't understand it either,

but they're just too afraid to ask.

Tell me what is substance.

Did you ever swim in a river as a kid?

Two formulae are logically equivalent

if they truly take on the same value throughout the assignment.

We can say it will be more precisely formulated if we say that

alpha is equivalent to beta,

if, and only if,

in all the assignment V, which is V of Alpha is equal

to V of Beta. Yes?

But also... and I hope you're writing this down, right?

You must bear in mind, and this is very important,

that Alpha is equivalent to Beta

if, and only if,

not Alpha is equivalent to not Beta.

You looked so interested over there during my explanation of substance.

Oh? No way. That's not true.

Sure, but you were listening.

I passed Metaphysics before you were born.

I know what substance is, darling. I know the metaphor of the river.

All right, I'm off.

Enjoy your motivational mug

and your thermos of green tea.

I told you it's tea. That's it.

Maybe it is today, but...

we know what we're talking about, right?

Are you judging me, Sílvia?

- Oh, no, you already convicted me. - No, I'm only telling you

because I care about you, for fuck's sake.

Instead of hiding like you do, you should face this problem.

And the one you have with your daughter.

Don't you dare go there. Don't even think about it.

You're my friend, not my therapist.

Well, I've already crossed that line.

REINVENT YOURSELF

Hey, Rai.

- Susana! At the college? - Wondering the same thing myself.

I hate coming downtown, but there's this dry cleaner's on Aribau

where they make coats look brand new.

Wow! It's still the same.

- Did you study here? - Mm-hm.

I studied Spanish Philology with Ester.

Oh, look at the pond!

With the little fish, amazing.

So, yes, we met right here.

Although she was finishing her degree and I was in my first year.

- I'm much younger. - Oh.

Shall we have lunch together? Come on, my treat.

They opened an incredible Japanese restaurant on Ganduxer.

Susana, I'm not sure if we should have lunch together.

Mm. Okay. Okay. I just wanted to chat.

I imagine you've got classes. I'll go.

Ah, all the memories!

Have a nice day.

I'm so nervous.

I've got all these tight knots on my back.

Do you know how to massage at all?

No, but I could give it a shot.

Actually, it's a little lower. There.

- Too much? Too little? - Harder.

Mm.

Biel, you're really good at it.

Just a bad day.

Well, if you want, we could go get some red velvet cake.

How did you know I loved red velvet?

Don't you remember? You told me.

Such a good memory.

It's true, I love it.

I'll even confess something.

That cake turns me on.

Rai.

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

This looks much better than the grey one.

- Mm-hm. - Well, if you say so...

Hello!

If he says hello like that, it's because he brought someone.

Hello, hello.

Wow, is that my dad? So elegant.

Hi there. I'm Glòria.

Oti. Nice to meet you.

- Hi. - Hi there.

I'm the biological father of Pol.

We don't look much alike, but I can take the DNA test if you like.

- Why do you look so dashing tonight? - I'll change and we'll go.

Pol, I'm taking your father to a piano concert at the Auditori.

Well, then. It's about time.

Well, one has to adapt to the new situation, you know,

and then you must brave the unknown.

That sentence isn't mine, it's Eduard's, from the news stand.

Get out of here.

Hey, we had the same map in my house. My mother just threw it away.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, sweetheart.

What are you doing here?

Please don't tell your father.

- I just wanted to see you. Are you okay? - Yes.

That's good.

Mm, lovely. Smell these flowers.

I wanted to tell you, I don't want you to think

that I spent the weekend partying at home,

with friends, toasting with champagne.

Don't I look good?

Well, you know, I'm working. If my boss catches me...

Yeah, I'm gonna go.

I love seeing you in top form.

I'm dying to sit and watch films with you again.

Yeah, me too.

Bye.

I'll see you soon.

Keep the main thing the main thing.

Tomás, this collection, out there,

well-sold or auctioned is worth 30 easily. Or more.

That's why you're going to the Quarter...

Are you expecting news from Argentina?

Mm.

- This could be easy. - Don't worry.

You could never rob us.

It's cool being with you.

We don't need to define whatever it is we have.

- You and I go well together. - Mm.

And you know what else? You help me sleep better.

You bastard.

Three substances, the soul, res cogitans,

there's matter, res extensa, and God.

- Res infinita. - Okay?

I don't like Descartes.

Well, Hume rejects it.

That one, yes. Let's concentrate on Hume.

- Okay then, Hume. - Or maybe we could take a break.

Ugh, you're like my boyfriend, always so diligent.

Doesn't even notice what's in front of him.

And, uh, how's it going with Rai?

We're just friends.

I'm not an idiot, I can see he's got a thing with Minerva.

I get it, Minerva is pretty good-looking.

You're the first bisexual I've met.

Yeah, and?

What are you doing?

I'm imagining you with Biel's gorgeous blue eyes

and Rai's crooked nose.

Because, let's be honest.

I mean, Rai, at first glance, isn't exactly your typical looker.

But he's so exciting with that nose and...

and his package.

Don't tell me you haven't looked at Rai's package.

Yes, yes. His res extensa.

But the guy has no beard. You do.

Mm.

May I?

That's cool.

I love to feel it prickle me when I'm being kissed.

In your case, as you like both guys and girls,

you know what a soft French kiss is

and when it prickles.

Oti, come on.

Explain David Hume to me. Here, please.

Write it with your fingers, like this, on my back.

Hm.

Hume,

he rejects the idea of substance,

because we can't perceive it, we don't have any impression of substance.

It's like,

it's like a unicorn. Okay? It's purely fiction.

Therefore, I don't exist.

Exactly.

Because I can't see your "substance",

like, your "self".

I perceive your shape,

and your touch, and your smell...

But there is no rational basis to believe in the existence of the self.

You should prickle me.

You should prickle me a lot.

Mm.

I can't believe poor people can skip classes.

Asshole.

So, public education gives you the opportunity to educate yourself

and you just stay home?

A bottle of water.

How can you live with that burden?

And how can you live with being such an asshole?

Are you coming?

I don't know, I think I'll stay here.

Minerva hates me, you aren't interested in me

and Biel thinks I think he's a fool.

Come on, be honest, do you think he's a fool?

Maybe a little bit.

And I've finally been able to free myself from third year Logic.

Ah, perfect.

- A short black coffee, please. - Two.

This is not green tea.

Juice of an orange.

- Here. - Oh, shit.

Thirty all.

Girls, We'll change partners sometime, right?

I always lose with this one. I want to play with you, Ester.

- Oh, yeah! - Oh, come on,

Ester is not Steffi Graff, okay?

That was very '90s of you. Come on, play.

Come on, Vicky. Serve.

Serve an ace, Navratilova.

Out.

What do you mean "out"? It went in. What are you talking about?

Come on, Susana, what the hell's wrong with you?

Leave it, it doesn't matter.

The ball went out. Are you blind?

Oh, me? You're the blind one, Ester.

Girls, what do you want? Should we take a break?

No, no, no. I don't need a break. You win the point. Carry on. Let's go.

What is wrong with her?

Ah!

- Fucking hell! Ow! - Bitch! You hurt her.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Judith. - No, no, no, sorry won't work!

Could've been me. I've had it with all your crap, Ester!

- Relax, Susana. - No, I don't want to.

I'm sick of you telling me to shut up. Be a bit more careful, Ester.

- Come on, girl. - She didn't do it on purpose.

Yeah, she doesn't do anything on purpose.

Like she doesn't fuck your son on accident.

No, Vicky, no. Don't believe her.

You're no saint, either, sis, you know that?

For ages, you've been fucking the help, am I right?

You're having sex with your nephew?

How long has it been? Was he a minor?

No.

- Fucking whore! - Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop!

- Why did you tell her? - I'm sorry.

Stop!

- I didn't force Rai to do anything. - You're supposed to be the mature one.

Yes, as mature as you. Ow!

Well, you skipped Logic.

You can give me your notes.

Is everyone here or what?

- Minerva was waiting to give you a hug. - Shut up, asshole.

- Stop this nonsense already. - She got nasty with me, dude.

Pol, that's easily fixed. It's a posh people problem.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Posh people problem?

Yeah, you're becoming very petty bourgeois with your apartment in the Eixample.

What the fuck do you want, Henry?

Your mother, Rai. Your mother, you fucking bastard!

What about my mom?

- She broke your aunt's arm, man. - What the fuck are you saying?

- Is it true you both are having a romance? - Shit.

They were playing tennis

and Susana started the fucking revolution, you fuck.

Shit, Susana, fucking...

My mother knows about me and my aunt.

Rai!

That's posh problems, you know?

- Okay, Henry, listen to me. - What?

Go get my mother, take her aside

and tell her I know about you and her.

No, Rai, I can't do that.

Yes, that there, Henry. That. I saw you. I'm not an idiot.

There's no nook and cranny in the house left for you to try out.

Don't worry, Henry, I like you.

Just explain it to my mother, okay?

Okay.

I'll throw him out.

He can leave, he's got money. He's old enough, and he doesn't need me.

On the contrary, I think Rai wants to live with you.

- Mm. Oh, yes. - He's always drawing your attention.

I'm sure the thing with Ester was all about that.

Are you justifying it? He's fucking his aunt.

I have a sister and a son who are sickos. It's disgusting!

This is real life, my love.

- What is it? - I spoke with Rai.

He knows that me and you...

The Egyptian Goddess Maat represented the harmony of the Cosmos,

the natural order that brings stability, happiness, and health.

The Egyptian wise men were quite clear about it,

living with one's back turned to this harmony of nature

meant rushing straight into disaster.

Everybody, whether they be rulers, priests, had to follow the rule of Maat

in order to govern with justice,

and so that everybody could carry out their respective tasks.

You know how this works, I tell you every day.

A great many people come in here.

And you must remind them that they have to take care of the books.

I was paying attention to other things.

Well, you should focus a little, okay?

Minerva, people leave the books wherever they feel like it

and you must explain to them that the proper place is the...

I've been doing that since day one, but they don't care. People are careless.

Okay, fine, but we can't be.

Are you telling me I'm not doing my job? That's nonsense.

Just because these kids are leaving their books where they shouldn't be?

You call that nonsense? Seriously?

- Minerva, should we go to the bar? - Just stay out of this.

Go and drink something, get some fresh air.

You have to admit, you're a bit nervous.

Minerva, wait up!

You're unbelievable. Why did you have to butt in?

- You and your arrogance again! - Shit, come on, Minerva!

Don't you remember how long it took you to get that scholarship?

Do you want them to take it away from you?

I'm a big girl, Pol.

Listen, you can either go in there and keep yelling at her,

or you can come and relax with me.

Why don't you come to my place and have dinner tonight?

- Oh, fuck you. - No?

- But I'm the hot guy in our class. - Ah, irony, it's good for the blood.

No, no, but seriously.

In high school, I really wanted to stand out.

Guess that had something to do with my insecurity.

And believe it or not, I am trying to change.

What?

You don't want to dine at the home of a brilliant philosopher?

Hm?

- Laura. - Mom.

- What are you doing here? - Hi, Mom.

- Does your father know you're here? - No.

Oh. That's going to be a problem, then.

What are you doing here? It's not my day.

Hold on. I'll call him.

We don't want him to worry, right?

He needs to know. Just a second.

Félix, she's here with me.

No, don't worry. She came on her own. I just found her.

Well, I don't know. Since you don't let me see her...

- It was me, Daddy. - Well, you heard her.

Hey, let her stay, please?

We'll be here until you can come over and get her.

Mm. Of course.

It's sprained.

Two weeks to heal.

Maybe I deserved a worse punishment, who knows.

It's incredible.

I have a son who's sort of Caligula, and he goes and fucks my sister.

Or you fuck him, depends on how you see it.

Remember when you said that sex wasn't really important to you?

You said that about Henry, you know.

- And now it's important? - Henry and I aren't family.

We're not in love, in case you had any doubts about that.

Thank God, I'd banish both of you.

Our mother really loved The Epiphany.

I'm keeping it.

Of course, it belongs to you, too.

It's all yours. Protect it.

Brauli got hold of all this, you know,

but he's no longer here.

Oh, but Brauli really hated this painting.

I know that better than you.

But I do love it.

No one paints like this anymore.

You can have that taken off if you come to Madrid with me.

That city, it really just stresses me out.

It's too... animated.

I'm sure you can find someone there who isn't related to you.

Then why don't you get me a ticket out?

I love the world of launderettes.

Is there anything that you don't love?

You should check out my village.

"My village this", "my village that".

Can't... Won't you ever stop bitching about it?

- Hey! - Fuck! Arnau, it's you.

Hey, so listen. I went to exam revision with a buddy,

and the fool spent 30 freaking minutes talking to the professor,

insisting that he had done the exercise fine and that he deserved it.

- And what? Did he give him a better grade? - Fuck yes, he did!

- Well, for being a pain. - Well, maybe he was right to complain.

Yes, I suppose. But he didn't stop till he got it. I wouldn't dare try.

If they say no, it's no.

To spend half an hour in there insisting...

- Because you behave like a loser, dude. - Me?

No. No, okay?

No, please, don't fight in front of me.

I'm telling you in a nice way, Arnau.

Dude, it's like you go through life apologising.

You never take risks, like-like, you don't want to be a nuisance.

What about you? You always go on and on, huh?

Yes, but at least, I get things.

You have to insist skilfully, like some way creative.

It's all about details, you know?

It's called "publicising".

Dude, if you can't sell yourself, no one's gonna buy it.

- I'm not surprised he left. - What did I say?

Minerva!

Minerva?

Minerva?

- A big toast to Minerva. - Thanks.

- Well, what about me, huh? - Of course, kid.

And a little toast to Pol.

And another to the girl you brought yesterday.

And if you bring a boy sometime, we'll also toast him.

All right, thanks.

Um, how was the concert yesterday at Auditori?

Oh, it was so good. Really beautiful.

Yes. Johann Sebastian Bach. Very interesting.

One of the pieces they played is in one of those shaving commercials.

- Dad, show a little bit of class, come on. - Hey, everyone has their own references.

Hey, Minerva, you're very quiet for an Argentinian.

- Be nice, Dad. - No, it's okay, let him.

Oh, "Let him", she says. "It was nice of you to come".

I really love it. I love the way it sounds.

Argentinians are beautiful.

They are passionate, they dance the tango,

- they go to therapy... - Alfonso, all those are clichés.

- Catalans are stingy, thrifty... - Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

serious with a refined sense of humour. And Barcelona.

Okay, I get it. We love Barcelona FC.

They might be clichés, but then you meet Argentinians, right, and it's true.

Soccer, mate, that's what they like.

They also love Barcelona.

But, hey, we too, love our Buenos Aires, eh?

Oh, come on, Dad. Have you ever even been to Buenos Aires?

And do you know any Argentinians?

Mm.

Then keep your opinion to yourself 'cause there's someone at the table

who knows a little bit more about Argentina than you.

Isn't it beautiful?

One just like it sold at the Maastricht Fair.

But this is the original.

I found a "pentimento" with the camera.

Where?

Angel's foot. There's a very clear correction.

Obviously it isn't visible to the naked eye.

Is it asking too much to not share last names with your hook-ups?

If that's what you want.

Mm. What's that smell?

Come here.

Cannelloni?

Straight out of the oven.

- I told Henry to go home. - Oh.

I told him he was free till tomorrow.

I'm going to Madrid for a few days with Ester.

Mm.

I'll throw a party in the garden.

We'll be careful, don't worry.

I want to go over the accounts of the auction house in Madrid.

Mm. It's delicious. Catering?

Near the university.

Why don't you tell me about Philosophy?

In all 2,500 years?

Rai. Tell me, why Philosophy?

Because it...

it helps me...

it helps me meet people who are different from me,

and to understand reality for them is different from mine.

And to discover that happiness is not having everything,

it's not wanting.

And to know there are many explanations for many things,

and not only what you see at first sight.

Like the "pentimentos" of painters.

Well, did you know I loved Philosophy back when I went to high school?

- Really? - Mm.

Your father's really nice.

He talked too much today.

He's quite a character.

So what's up with that "boys" comment?

Nothing. Just things.

Ah, right. "Things". You and your box of secrets.

Mm. Like you.

What's going on, Minerva? Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Yes, well, I got a call from Argentina.

Sometimes...

Well, you know...

No. I don't know if you don't tell me.

Oh my God!

- What? - The neighbour with the plants.

What's wrong?

The poor woman, I just saw her collapse.

She collapsed?

- Is she alone? - Yes.

We have to do something. Call the paramedics.

- Yes, yes, yes, I'm calling. - Oh, my God.

Hey! Lady! Lady! Nothing.

- She's not moving. She's unconscious. - Do you know her?

We don't know her. We just always see her alone on her balcony.

- Well, we have to help her, Pol! - But, how, if she can't open the door?

Well, then we need firefighters to knock it down.

The paramedics aren't gonna do that. We have to call.

We have to go there and help her.

Pol, my grandma is very sick.

She's gonna die. She hasn't got long.

Laura. I'm so happy you came.

Listen, I meant what I said to you yesterday.

You know, about the drinking.

I'm going to change.

- Daddy says you need to see a doctor. - Yeah,

but that's got to be my decision.

Listen, do you remember when you were little

and you were swimming in the river?

Do you think we'll go back there again?

Maybe.

If we went, it would be the same river.

But maybe some rock would be more worn away,

or maybe there would be more water.

So that, even if it's still the same river,

it could never be exactly the same.

The same thing happens to people.

Mm?

We are who we are,

even if at times, we behave very differently.

We have an identity, an essence,

even if we don't always look the exact same way.

In philosophy, we call that "substance".

- Substance, Mom? - Yeah.

Many philosophers have talked about this.

One of them was a man named Mr. Leibniz, he was very intelligent.

And he called that substance the "monad".

Ah, the monad, that's right.

A substance closed in on itself.

Kind of like me.

I find it hard to behave like everyone else.

But listen. Starting today,

I'd like to stop being, well, so...

A monad, right?