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Will I ever be cured?

There's no cure. You can live with it.

But some die. -Listen to me…

No, tell me how long I'll live taking pills…

May I talk?

You will not die of HIV with proper care.

And relax, you will start treatment soon.

How did I get this nasty thing?

Why me? I always use condoms when I fuck.

It was one guy, three or four times, I can't remember.

It's bad luck that I got AIDS…

You don't have AIDS. -No? What is it?

What is it? -It's HIV.

HIV is the fancy name, but it's fucking AIDS!

Don't talk to me like that.

I understand you are upset.

We're here to inform you and assist you.

You would develop AIDS if you don't take medication.

How long should I take medication?

Every day.

Forever.

What do I do now?

Where do I go?

I tested negative.

You got the results? -Yes. Everything is fine.

They let me come in early.

They saw my face after not getting any sleep last night.

That makes two of us.

I could have caught it from you, you know?

Lucky we fucked with a condom.

Etienne, I always use condoms. -Always?

Really, always?

So, you are perfect now?

Jesus, Etienne!

All right.

How are you feeling?

Fine, I'm just fine, I am OK.

Please don't tell anyone.

I don't want anyone to know.

Yes, sure. -Okay.

Did they say when you start medication?

Soon. They said that they would call me.

I don't really know what the doctor said.

Didn't you have an exam?

I can't take an exam right now.

Pol, you have to go.

It's important for you.

Let's stop here.

Octavi is great.

His class is interesting,

I'm so hooked on his newspaper articles.

I think he likes me.

This is the famous Jewish quarter.

There are many Jewish remains, but they're not easy to spot.

Do you know any?

Well, I heard that the stones

of the doorways were carved.

That's right. They did it to hang a parchment with verses.

We'll see some of them.

The Talmudic laws said:

"The Jewish people are not subject to Mazel."

Does anyone know what Mazel is?

It means…

Dripping down from above.

That's it! A drip from above.

A drip we can't control.

So, not being subject to Mazel means

that we are free to change

our destiny with our actions.

"Character is our destiny," Heraclitus said.

In contrast, let's remember the Goliardic poems:

"O fortuna velut Luna, statu variabilis."

Fortune is changeable, like the moon.

In this case, we're subject to the fate

of phenomena we can't control.

And my question is:

how do we react before the whims of fate?

With resignation.

That's one possibility.

Or we can accept we may get pooped on by a pigeon

and hold on to what really depends on us.

And even if things are not going well,

you can learn from adversity.

Okay, here you have the big question:

is it lucky to have bad luck?

No!

Yes, they need to be painted.

The medallions are well-preserved.

I would not paint them.

My advice is that… -I don't need your advice.

Your dad said the medallions needed to be retouched.

I remind you that it was included in the quote

you sent to the board.

I want the inscriptions to look shiny new.

Especially the university's motto:

"Libertas…"

"Perfundet" -Per…

"Libertas perfundet omnia…" -"Luce."

"Luce."

"Libertas perfundet omnia Luce", which means:

freedom bathes everything in light.

Axel, when will you finish?

When I'm done!

He needs a short leash, but he's great.

I prefer role games. -Really?

I always liked building games,

always, always, always.

You are the typical guy I'd introduce to my parents.

Yeah.

And we can get married next month.

Okay, hold on a minute, listen.

I need a favor, a big one.

My mom's coming today.

So, what's the favor?

Well, pretend you are my boyfriend while my mom is around.

Talk to you tomorrow. Okay. See you!

Hi.

I thought of how to get students

to join Debate League.

Forget about it.

What?

Stop it.

Forget it.

It will be managed by another student.

But you chose me.

I've nothing to do with it. It comes from above.

One of your mates talked to the rector

and he was convinced.

I'm sorry.

Ah… Okay.

You don't want to know who?

I see.

This is the exam.

Yes, yes.

This is from last year.

I don't know, I have no idea.

So? Where were you?

Huh?

Your dad showed up yesterday and you beat it.

Oh, yes.

I wanted to explain

about Minerva and Cosmo. I think you…

Stop it. Minerva won't come back

and you don't care about your dog. -Really?

That's what you think?

Sorry, I'm quite nervous.

Yeah, I noticed.

Relax, this is the last exam.

Are you okay?

My dad got a huge fine from the Tax Office.

No way. -He owes seven grand.

Fuck! -He tried to cheat them.

He's looking for a job, he's a reckless fool.

I'm a huge fan of Alfonso, dude.

Shut up and get three dogs!

I've always felt a little sorry for these goldfish.

So… orange,

with no ambition.

Pol Rubio.

What?

The "rule breaker."

The Debate League depends on the Dean's office,

but you went straight to the rector.

You bypassed the dean, badly advised by a professor that…

I shouldn't say it, but that woman is not okay.

And she spurred you on to insolently bypass me.

Look, I didn't know.

No…

Of course not.

Nor that when the course began,

she stepped down from this activity.

When she heard I was in charge,

she reconsidered, playing dirty.

You are my student.

How long will you be here?

Four years?

I don't know.

Those who break the rules do not last more than two.

So, you are not talking to me today?

Will you apologise for last Saturday?

No. And you know why?

Because I spoke my mind.

Then you are quite rude.

If I date Vidal, it's my own business.

Confess, he likes your finger up his butt, right?

Look who's here! The dick-sketcher!

Why in hell did you use me?

You don't care about Debate League.

You wanted to fuck Vidal over and did the same to me.

Listen, kid,

did you forget you wanted to steal your friend's project?

"He has no skills," you said.

"He's lame, I'm better!"

While I fucked them over, you prospered.

Hey! That's a good topic for your debate.

What is ethically worse? To fuck someone over or to prosper?

I don't care.

Screw you and your debate.

Slow down, we are on time!

Hi. -Hi, Axel. What's up?

Hey, hey!

How was the exam?

I hope it wasn't my fault distracting you on Saturday.

No, no. It's all right.

I saw your friend Oti, she said the exam was okay.

She said you're going to have a beer.

Will you go? -I guess.

Let's meet beforehand and we can go together.

Or we can meet directly there.

Are you okay?

Yes, very well.

Pol! Pol, Pol!

Hey!

What? -How did the exam go?

Awful. -I did great!

I'm learning a lot at uni.

Biel, I can't… -No worries, it'll be quick.

I learned that I'm stupid.

That I talk too much and we aren't friends.

Come on, stop it… -First,

you don't care about Debate League

then you steal it. -I told Bolaño

I was quitting. It was one day.

It's all yours. I won't do anything,

I don't want to. -No! You will do something.

And know what? I hope you suffer a lot.

You don't get it. I keep struggling with everything.

Love, studies, everything!

I wasn't born lucky!

Pol… -Hi.

What are you doing here? Extra hours or what?

No, I wanted to tell you that I quit my job.

No way! Why?

Well, I have to focus on my degree.

I have lots of exams. -Shit.

I don't treat you that bad.

No, of course! But I can't work and study.

You leave me high and dry.

You have to work this week until I find someone.

No, impossible, I can't.

But I know someone who…

can work right away.

Who? A friend?

No, it's my dad. -Jesus…

What?

He can do what I can do.

He's always worked. -I said no.

I prefer a youthful image for the business.

Yes, you're so young.

Get out of here.

You have to pay me what you owe.

Fuck me! You leave all of a sudden and I have to pay?

No, pay me the hours I've worked.

You are such a fool.

Let's make it clear: I said no dad and no money.

My car park is no place for old men.

Is this necessary?

You're such a snob, you don't look like a crusty.

My mom would die if she saw me.

Here. Hold it as if it was a joint.

Don't sit so straight.

Stop looking so posh.

Like this, right?

Look, take this mat and roll it.

But I won't say a word, okay? Nothing!

Keep quiet, I'll talk. -Like this?

Yes. Look, that's my mom.

Oti.

Oti!

Who's this?

Mom, I have a life.

You left Arnau for this junkie?

Mom, enough. He's no junkie.

His dad is a psychiatrist.

It's okay, he's a nice guy.

I'll live with him, he's got space.

What are you saying?

No way! Living with him? Where?

Well, in a house with friends.

A squatter house?

It's been occupied for some years, fuck the bankers!

It's like a cultural house,

they do some activities, revitalise the area.

What the hell are you thinking about?

You won't live with dirty squatters!

Well, Mom, what should I do?

If Dad has decided to kick me out, I can't sleep near an ATM.

The house has one shower. -Enough!

I'll deal with your dad.

You will stay in the flat.

But this pot smoker…

You won't see him anymore, are we clear?

Hey, Octavi! How was the trip?

Good.

Only the motivated students came.

Well, that's better for you.

Some water for today.

I didn't say anything.

And some pills, too.

I don't want to cause trouble for you and Silvia.

I'm a quiet guy.

I write my articles, correct my exams and leave.

I don't want to bother.

What do you mean?

Know where I'm going?

Hi, Silvia.

Hello.

All of this really

saddens me.

Me too.

The fact you left this way…

taking things that don't belong to you.

Mine.

Raving lunatic. -Maybe, but you borrowed this.

Absolutely crazy.

You don't know what crazy is.

Look, my pen from the butcher's shop.

If you want one of these,

go fuck a meat salesman.

Hello. -Hello, Pol.

I've never seen Etienne like that.

He seemed crazy.

What happened to you?

Well, you don't need experience to be a deliveryman.

I think…

No, I don't have a van.

But I can rent one and pay the instalments…

Hello?

Hello?

Motherfucker!

Hi, Alfonso.

Oh, Rai. Pol is not home.

Sorry, I'll tell him you came by.

May I come in?

Well, yes.

But I told you Pol is at the university.

Didn't you see him?

Can I have a drink?

Listen, I don't follow you.

If you buy me a beer, I'll be your saviour.

Tax Office trouble?

Pol told me.

I have a job for you.

Let's be honest, the difference between an alcoholic

who ended up in jail for driving while drunk and me…

is only that I didn't get caught.

It may seem odd,

but the truth is that

I can say I was lucky.

I'd drive my car and I could barely see.

I smashed into every single curb.

I don't know how I made it to work.

How long have you been sober?

Three years today.

I envy you, girl. For me, it's only been…

two months and three weeks.

How are you, María?

Well…

I'm here to tell the truth, right?

What would be the point of being seated in a circle

celebrating everyone's sobriety? So, I won't lie to you.

I would definitely feel relieved if I drank three shots of whiskey.

Luckily, my family supports me.

That's very good.

Yes.

The other day, my daughter had a Spanish omelet for me.

They also help me at work.

I'm very lucky, actually.

Chess?

Yes, I'd like to attend a course.

Learn the Scholar's Mate…

The community center has a great offer.

I'm always stuck at home, Gloria.

That's Pol.

He doesn't even say "hello."

Thanks for helping me out, son.

Rai is a weird guy, but I will get through this.

What do you mean?

Your friend just came and offered me a job.

The Mexican guy has gone back to his country for a while,

and he offered me the job.

Son of a bitch.

I told him about the fine… -Listen to me,

can I trust Rai or not?

Will he pay me or what?

Hey, where are you going? Don't mess it up!

Thanks to Rai, I'll keep this flat. -Yes.

Don't tell me you pay for it?

Come on, no! -No way, dude!

He played my crusty boyfriend

with my mom. -If she'd watched,

she'd know I'm not. Not with this face.

Well, she fell for it. My mom is stupid.

Come on, don't say that about your mother.

That would be Pol.

I don't think so.

Etienne has left him.

Fuck! Seriously?

Hi.

What's your problem?

You want to save my dad? I'm sick of you

laughing at poor people!

I didn't give him money,

I just gave him a job. It's not a problem.

You want him to draw you a bath?

Pol… -Shut up!

Will he mow?

Will he clean your shit?

I hope you pay him a lot,

or you will remember me your whole fucking life.

Great! Should we go up? Or we can leave together.

Leave me alone. -Hey…

Move. -What's wrong?

Fucking move! -Calm down…

No, I can't calm down.

Relax, let's go somewhere and talk.

So, you're a life expert now?

Since you're older and more adult?

I won't waste my time on you.

Hey… Hey!

Asshole, you treat people this way?

Leave me.

First you're nice and then you are a prick?

Don't leave me, please.

What's wrong?

I should have been a drug dealer.

Pol.

What are you doing?

Leave him, I know him.

Pol, dude… Pol. Don't do this to me.

Pol, for fuck's sake.

Don't do this, please…

Man, I can't go back. I can't fix it.

It was the same for me.

Pol…

It was about time.

I waited half an hour.

Excuse me. -Come on in.

That's the package.

It's quite heavy.

Where did you park the truck?

Madam, I've taken the subway and the bus.

How will you take this to the auction house?

Rai didn't mention anything about a truck.

Rai? Who are you?

Alfonso Rubio Escobar.

Rai told me to come here,

to take the Mexican guy's job.

Oh my goodness…

So, you don't know anything?

Your son said that you and I would sign the contract.

Contract?

So, will you give me cash? And how can I trust you?

Let's be clear,

can a man of your age

take care of seven bedrooms,

three rooms and a garden?

It's not so easy.

The previous employee was 30 and had plenty of energy.

I will meet your expectations, do not worry.

Here is your first task:

remind me to kill my son.

What are you doing here? -Nothing, Oti and I broke up.

She knows I need a place

and she said that Frenchy is gone, right?

Oh… -Wow! This is so big!

Cool, I'll take it. -Arnau…?

What's up, Biel? This is quite a house, huh?

Everybody leaves! Let's see how long can we resist.

Resist?

If you agree, I'll take Frenchy's room.

Didn't Oti tell you?

No. -No.

I don't want to get into your affairs, okay?

No, me neither. -Cool.

I'll call Oti, okay?

Oh my God, a man at home!

Two men, right? I'm here, too.

Okay.

Did you start today?

So I have my hands busy and I can't strangle you.

You're so exaggerated.

Henry leaves us and you send a weak, sickly old man!

Mom, this was new!

Buy another one, silly. Or send the old man to buy one.

You wanted a 20-year-old guy?

Your are so stupid! -Okay!

He's Pol's dad. We can trust him, Mom.

But you should have told me.

I have this childish thing about surprising you.

I see.

I'm not affected by Cosmo's death.

It's not mandatory to love dogs.

Nor people.

One feels what one feels.

You know better than me.

When does Minerva return?

Yes.

Don't tell me off, even if you are my sponsor.

No. I said that…

I opened a whiskey bottle…

and I sniffed at it.

Well, what's wrong?

Is it forbidden to smell whiskey in Alcoholics Anonymous?

I'll take another tranquilizer.

Jesus.

If the psychiatrist won't up the dose, I will.

Fuck it! That's it.

Okay, thank you.

Shit!

Did you join a cult or what?

Was the dick you drew on the exam a self-portrait?

I don't know what is wrong with you,

but it is sure not related

to my plans to piss the dean off.

I did not drink.

You believe me?

Yes.

I quit alcohol.

I still have the "ism" suffix.

I'm still sick.

I've felt like I was drunk all day.

I don't know why I'm here.

To negotiate the Debate League.

I don't feel like debating.

The ten commandments of philosophy can be summed up:

do not be boring. But what do we philosophers do?

Bore.

The Debate League is boring.

We need to propose a motivating debate.

The Symposium.

We could recreate Plato's Symposium.

Do you like that, speechless man?

Do me a favour.

Drink for me.

How does it feel?

Somewhat calming.

Pol!

Did Rai tell you anything?

That you will get paid. -Good.

That's the mansion of weirdos.

You do not look well.

I'm tired.

We have a visitor.

Now? Really?

Gloria invited a former teacher.

Who?

The literature one.

Do you remember the cannelloni stuffing?

Yes. -Yes.

Yes. -They are so…

Hello. -Well, Pol Rubio!

How are you? -Here.

I haven't changed, have I?

No, you look the same. -Want dinner?

Yes. It's great that you are here.

Yes, I like to see Gloria. -Yes.

I was looking at that touristic flat…

Crazy, right?

Yes… Luckily, we sleep on the other side of the house.

How are you, Millán?

Well, I feel fine today.

It's been a good few days.

Sometimes, I get distracted and they need to tell me.

But I remember pretty much everything.

Like the sentence I wrote on the blackboard on my first day.

"Let's eat kids."

Every time I had new students, I started class with it:

"Let's eat kids."

That's an imperative.

How could we save their lives?

By adding a comma.

"Let's eat, kids."

Sadness.

I got an HIV test and I tested positive.

I'm so scared.

I don't want to tell anyone.

No one! Please don't tell them.

Don't worry.

Maybe I won't even remember tomorrow.

What did the doctor say?

That I'm fine, that I should calm down and…

I need to take medication the rest of my life.

Then take it.

Look, if I didn't take my medication…

I wouldn't remember all the times I fucked.

The year 1989, in Berlin,

with that stunning, 30-year-old blonde girl. I couldn't believe it!

Nearly 12 hours in the room,

banging and banging.

Her husband was mad, looking for her in the hotel.

The night after,

the Wall fell.

We need to take care, Pol Rubio.

I'm so happy to see you, Millán.