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Pol, we are leaving!

Gloria's off to school and I'll go to the Community Center.

Although I'm not in a hurry.

Sure, you don't need to spend all day playing chess,

you'll become Kasparov.

He was such a master.

Well, guys, I'm off.

See you. Have a nice day.

I don't know how long I can hold this chess thing up.

You don't need to.

She found out a few days ago.

God damn it! Did you tell her?

She already suspected.

She's clearly waiting for you to tell her.

Jesus! It's unbelievable! I asked you not to tell her!

I'm not shouting at you.

Pol, it's really hard to face her.

I know, but she's your wife.

Why did we move in with Gloria?

This was a family project.

So, why don't we start speaking without fear?

Are you trying to tell me something?

I quit the car park.

I work in Satanassa Bar.

Don't they deal drugs there?

No, not at all.

You are right.

I need to talk to Gloria.

Hey…

Are you OK?

Yes.

Do they treat you well at Rai's house?

Yes.

SMART CARS

At last!

What do you want?

Calm down, I don't want money.

But I knew you wouldn't answer my call.

Efra… Not here.

What do you mean? Hold on, I just want to talk.

Can't we talk? How are you doing?

No, we can't talk here.

Pol, Pol…

Calm down, I didn't come to argue.

I want to know you're OK.

Dammit! Will you make it easier?

You make it easy for me, man.

Why do you think I don't pick up the phone?

Tell me when can we talk.

I don't know, man, but not here.

Do you believe

that every human being has dignity?

Yes.

The answer seems obvious: yes.

Let's look at a study at the University of Virginia,

in the United States.

Imagine you have to program an autonomous car.

One day, the car's brakes may go out

in front of a zebra crossing where there are eight individuals.

What is more ethical?

Running over a group of three pedestrians?

Or running over a group of five?

Three, for sure. The less damage, the better.

All right. And what if I tell you…

that the three pedestrians are children,

while the other five are 90-year-old retirees?

Do you still think that killing the group of three

causes the least damage possible?

No, that's… -No.

We could say that every human being has dignity,

but do you think some people have more dignity than others?

Yes.

No. No.

Quiet!

Quiet! I will pose a specific case.

In a zebra crossing, there are:

an old woman, a sick person, a businessman and a thief.

Who would the autonomous car run over

as the lesser evil?

The sick person.

Biel, man, it's got to be the thief!

No, because the thief can still reintegrate

into society and be productive.

But the sick man can't do that.

Jesus. -Well, he's right.

What's wrong?

I'm trying to be sensible and you are too emotional.

No, this is interesting.

Please, continue.

Well, it's just…

I don't know if ethics can be based on personal

feelings. They are subjective.

So, you propose an ideological position

based on the optimisation of economic profit.

Yes, that's why the sick man costs society a lot of money

and I'm thinking about State resources.

So, it's all a money issue?

I mean, isn't money an issue in public health care

policy-making?

The economic factor's important

in treating patients.

Especially in the U.S.

That's why I think that if we have

to program the autonomous car so it causes the least damage,

it will maybe not decide who deserves to die,

but which three people are worth saving.

Good argument, young man.

My idea about Plato's Symposium is still on.

The debate about love…

You don't want to do it?

You're having a hard time related to

that ham you gave me.

Am I wrong?

So,

could the debate help us forget about our traumas?

Good.

You will team up with Biel.

What? Me and him?

Yes. -No!

Yes, yes. -No, no way!

You and the guy who didn't think. -I said no!

No way, María. No. -He gets better grades than you.

You retook the test and got a C.

Isn't it annoying?

Well, suck it up,

even if it's hard to accept.

There are people who are as talented as you, or even more.

And they are happier too.

Tomorrow at 11, we'll meet the rector and the dean.

I stole that ham.

You still want me in your team?

A sick woman and a thief.

We will avoid smart cars.

Well…

I'll switch the pool vacuum on,

let's see if it can clean it.

And I'll leave this…

right here.

OK. -Who are you talking to?

No one. Just to myself.

You're narrating things.

I'll leave this here, switch the pool vacuum on.

Look, I probably

got used to being my own company

when my wife died.

Don't you feel lonely in such a big house?

No, of course not. I'm not alone.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You are sorry? Do you realise

you've said sorry a thousand times since you arrived?

Yes, I'm sorry…

Well, I will…

Never mind.

I'm such a bookworm. -Me too.

Well, some call me that.

That means you are different from most students in this school.

You should be happy.

May I? -Yes, but you'll get bored.

No way.

Wow, that's quite a relic.

You said it, relics.

I'm returning it.

Look, I don't want to be a brown-noser, but…

I love your classes.

Thank you very much.

But if I have to fail you, I will.

I'm also returning this.

He is lovely.

He's wise. When I'm old, I want to be like him.

Did you read his last article?

Here. It's really good.

CULTURAL HURRICANES

CULTURAL HURRICANES

Yes, yes, it's very similar.

It's almost the same. I mean, he plagiarised it.

This is plagiarism.

Look, the title, the topic, literal sentences.

Well, Biel,

everybody cheats. I did on the exam.

You didn't even do well… -I'm not joking.

It's not the only article he copied.

I've checked old magazines

and I found six plagiarised articles.

Why would such a wise man do that?

Maybe he's not so wise.

Maybe he uses earphones in class.

Oh, thanks. -He's a fraud.

He makes money copying articles from old magazines

that nobody ever reads.

But Octavi uses his own words. -Sure.

He uses magazines for inspiration.

All writers copy. -And philosophers,

they all copied Plato. -Yeah!

No. No, no. -Yes, what do they say?

Philosophy is… -No. "Western philosophy

is a footnote to Plato."

I love that sentence. -Yes, it's so good.

You know what I think, Rai? -What?

Maybe I'll get a Satisfyer.

No way. -Yeah.

Hi, Biel.

It's been a bad day, Pol.

I always have bad days.

Honestly, I need you for the Debate League.

That's interesting!

The top student needs me!

Come on, Biel, stop it.

I told you the Debate League is all yours.

It's not exactly a league.

Bolaño wants to recreate Plato's Symposium.

A theater play? -No!

No, it would be a public debate

about whatever we decide.

Imagine a table in the cloister,

full of plates with ham and cold cuts.

We'll pose a question for people to talk.

What changed? Now I'm good enough?

I don't want someone good.

No, you're looking for someone mediocre.

Look, Biel, not everybody will complete this degree.

But you and I will graduate.

And you know why?

Not because we are good,

but because we care about philosophy.

I want to work with you,

you're passionate about philosophy.

Do I get a moment of glory?

Sure you do.

You want to serve food there in June?

There will be flies.

We'll find another place.

Wasn't your special friend working on the main hall?

Yeah, sure, whatever.

I'm telling you, I said that before I started.

Look, I have work to do. I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it. See you.

Hi.

You all right?

Yes, yes, just busy with work.

When will you finish?

Jeez, you're like the rector.

No, it’s just that…

we wanted to hold the final debate here at the end of the year.

I see.

It depends.

It depends.

I have to fire a worker.

But I don't know who.

What would you do?

Damn, don't take it lightly.

Numbers don't match up and I have to make a decision.

You think this is a game,

but this requires some empathy, right?

I require a lot that I don't get.

That's life, isn't it?

Well, I'm off so you can take important decisions.

What? What's wrong?

Fuck! I thought I was alone and Amy shows up.

And I pricked myself.

You're pretty hairy.

That girl is crazy.

You say that with a pineapple on your balls?

Hi, sweetie. -Don't call me "sweetie."

Sorry.

I'm planning the philosophy party

next month. Will you come?

I don't think so. I don't like college parties.

Pol will be there.

So?

Well, there's something between you two,

since the very first day.

He likes you and has no boyfriend, or girlfriend.

Girlfriend? -Yes.

Well, I'm off to class. See you!

You talk to the rector.

No, we will both talk.

We'll see.

If I blank, help me out.

Bolaño will be there, calm down.

My eyes are itchy. I didn't get any sleep.

Really?

I was so nervous, I started reading Plato's Symposium.

I think my head's going to explode.

Don't exaggerate, Biel.

I mean it. My brain is done after reading

so much philosophy and trying to understand it.

I got obsessed with getting good grades

and now I'm paying for it.

I'm sick of thinking.

Thinking is exhausting.

Now I get your speech against philosophy.

It wasn't against philosophy. -Take it easy.

This is so hard.

Look, most people would take this mandarin and just eat it.

That's it. But I take it, look at it, and think:

why does it exist? Where did it come from?

Where does the mandarin go?

As agreed with the Dean's office last…

January. -January.

We have decided to hold a Debate League coordinated

by Philosophy students

under the guidance of María Bolaño,

with a new approach.

María, would you explain?

Yes, the idea is to call students

to an open debate, based on the idea

of taking Plato's Symposium as a starting point.

It would be a recreation of the Symposium in the main hall.

What? The main hall? Did you decide that on your own?

We think it is the perfect place.

Let's consider two things.

First of all, this is not the channel,

Doctor Llorenç.

The Dean's office came up with the league idea.

They bypassed me and they want to hold

some kind of picnic.

Secondly, the main hall is not the place

for experiments. -I totally agree.

When it's finished, it will be opened

with a formal event.

That's right.

Let's close the main hall's doors to students.

Who do you think you are?

May I say something?

Debate leagues are boring.

They are contests in which some win and some lose.

With our idea, everybody wins.

Sure. Imagine some tables

with food for everybody and we'll address those in attendance

and start a debate about philosophy, about love,

about life…

In the end, everybody will have a snack and that

would open the main hall.

We would break the typical image of Philosophy students.

What's that image?

That we are boring.

In Philosophy, we love to make jokes.

Laughing lets us breathe.

What would the name of the event be?

"Symposium against Philosophy."

Girl, if the man talks to himself, watch out.

Don't exaggerate, Susana. He's a funny man, that's all.

Vicky, who cares? What matters is he helps you at home.

It's so big… -Yeah, too big.

I mean, the garden is priceless.

But the inside of the house…

There are rooms you don't use.

We use them all, Susana.

I don't think you use the kitchen that much.

Especially now with Alfonso.

Quiet, here he comes!

I'll take these glasses.

You were right.

"I'll take these glasses."

How funny.

It's like describing things for the blind.

I talk to myself, I talk to myself.

I talk to myself!

If you want me talk to myself,

I will sure do it.

I'll take the veggie soup

and I'll pour it down the drain.

That's it.

They will eat canned soup.

Fuck them!

Axel. -Hello.

I wanted to tell you…

that I didn't mean to get involved in your business.

If numbers don't match up, fine.

OK, no problem.

And the rector has agreed to hold the debate here,

in the main hall. I wanted you to know.

You're apologising so I finish the main hall?

No, that's not true.

Well, a little.

But I wanted to know if it will be ready.

I'd like to know something too.

Your friend Oti told me that you are bisexual.

Dammit, Oti!

You could have told me.

Do you think that defines a person?

No, I don't care if you are bi.

But I'd like to know if there's more you didn't tell me.

I guess so.

You don't get to know a person walking the dog one day.

The mystery around you makes me think you're hiding something.

Well, no.

OK.

So, I'm wrong?

Yes.

It's too soon to know if it will be ready.

Going to Bolaño's class?

Yes.

I may pass. I don't know about Oti and Pol.

But you and Pol aren't friends anymore.

Stop it! Of course we are friends.

Just like you and him.

Oh, Octavi, hello. -Hello.

Your last article was really good.

Thank you so much.

I had a look at those magazines

you returned to the library. Very interesting.

Not really.

You'd better read the subject's material.

I'd like to give you an A.

He doesn't want me to read them.

He doesn't care.

He was nervous. -He wasn't nervous.

So, the University of Virginia

and its smart cars

are the obsession of my students,

wondering who or how many people should be killed.

This ethical dilemma is just

a variation of the famous

trolley problem

created by Philippa Foot more than 50 years ago.

I guess you will have your own conclusions

on how to program the smart car.

Obviously, there are no correct answers

to these dilemmas.

Yes? -Is there a point to this exercise?

I mean, I see the point in studying human morality

and sparking interesting ethical debate.

But the question of who you would run over

is kind of Nazi, isn't it?

I mean, programming a smart car

so it decides who to kill…

If it's so smart, why doesn't it save everybody?

We could make it fly if the brakes broke.

Should we decide whose life is most valuable? A thief's,

a sick man's or an old man's?

Why is humankind so obsessed with sacrifice?

Do we need to play with killing?

They make us take sides and say

who we'll condemn to death.

But one day, we will probably be the old man,

the thief or the sick man.

Do you want to have a drink?

I'd love to, but I can't. I'm off to Satanassa.

I start early today.

I'd love to tell you off for telling Axel I'm bi.

It just slipped out.

You are something else.

Pol, why did you distance yourself?

We used to talk a lot.

I don't know.

Everyone says it's weird.

Since Etienne left you, you're so distant.

I'm fine, Oti.

Look, Pol, I know you loved him, but I'm not stupid.

Don't say "I'm fine," I don't buy it.

Don't say what happened,

just tell me if there's something wrong.

I'm here for you.

Hi. -Hi!

What's this?

It's a present for you.

Really?

Candy bananas?

Don't you like them?

Who doesn't like candy?

Why?

It's the best antidote

for repetitive circular thinking.

It's perfect so you don't think too much.

If you need anything, María, just whistle.

I'm so happy you are here, Octavi.

Hey…

Do you pity me?

No.

Do you pity yourself?

No, of course not.

María.

Again?

I know what you think, that I'm my worst enemy.

No, I didn't say that.

Come in, you look awful… -No. Don't touch me.

Don't call an ambulance.

Why are you here, María?

I want you to know that I do remember

the Symposium idea was yours,

when you were my student.

I know. I hope it turns out well.

Silvia…

you are my only friend.

I was wrong,

you put up with so much from me.

I miss you.

I love you, you bitch!

Close the door.

But… -Close the fucking door!

When Octavi started explaining his trip to Kenya,

it sounded so fake…

I think he made it up. I bet he just went to Düsseldorf,

the typical grey and boring city.

Well, Düsseldorf is nice.

Yes, I know.

Well, whatever. -Yes.

I have a cousin who works as a teacher in Milwaukee

and he is the most imperfect man I've met.

In Milwaukee!

Yeah, he's stupid, but he's so handsome.

I've often fantasised about him.

He's got so much hair on his belly.

You were right.

Octavi may be a good teacher, but he is a fraud.

He plagiarises.

People let you down. Like Oti and me.

One day, she just told me

to pack my things and get out.

Oti and I also drifted apart

after Rai's party.

She didn't mention it?

No.

There were kisses and something else.

Don't look at me. I didn't know!

This girl really turns me on.

Now she says she had a thing with Oti.

Oti… you know.

Did you two do something?

Efra.

I'm at the door.

Did you finish?

Fuck.

Hi. -I can't believe it.

You got fired because of me.

Well…

Calm down. -I can't calm down.

Did they charge you for the mess?

I wanted to tell you

that I'm leaving.

To go where?

A city where they don't know me.

I will meet new people and…

work as a tour guide

or as a car washer.

Fuck. If I hadn't gone inside…

Pol, man, stop thinking about it.

It wasn't because of you.

Since they learned I have HIV,

they've wanted an excuse to sack me.

They can't fire you because of that.

Not officially, it's not approved of, but…

I know it's the AIDS.

Don't say AIDS.

I'm not saying anything you don't know.

With cancer, everyone pities you.

But if you are seropositive, you have the plague.

I'm getting my shit together.

I think about other things,

I have fun sometimes.

I'm adapting to my medication routine.

But you didn't tell anybody.

Because they will see you as a depraved fag.

Jesus, Efra…

Humankind needs to burn someone down.

Don't they explain that at university?

I liked you a lot. You know that?

Especially when you said:

"I am Pol. End of story."

When I…

What?

I mean that I…

I had a great time fucking you.

Don't feel bad, Efra.

You didn't know.

End of story.

Hello.

Hello.

So, how was your class?

Checkmate.

I know Pol told you.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was ashamed, Gloria.

The Tax Office situation was humiliating.

We are together for a reason, right?

We help each other.

I would have helped you pay the fine.

No way! Thank you, but no.

I got into this and I have to get out.

You are so proud!

Don't get mad, honey, please.

Now I have to work at Rai's house

until I pay my debt.

And then it'll be done.

I have a contract.

Of course you have one.

But do they treat you well?

They do treat me well.

Today, the owner of the house told me:

"Alfonso, take a break, have a drink!"

So there I was, like a king,

having a beer in the garden.

You're a star! -See you, handsome!

Bye, goodnight. -Come on.

Bye! -Bye!

Ciao. -See you tomorrow, cutie.

Bye! Won't you turn the lights off?

No, Dino's in there! -OK, have a good night!

Come in. -I was leaving, no one is here.

It's delicious! You are a quick learner.

Since I found out I can take my pills and drink,

I've pampered myself from time to time.

Come closer.

Who wants to live on an island and keep their secrets? Not me!

Who doesn't regret something?

Me neither.

That's pure philosophy.

Not bad.

Oh, you like my pill box.

Black and white, like dominoes.

Look.

Our Lady of Paracetamol,

may she never fail,

we beg you, oh Lord.

Omeprazole, my protector against gastric storms.

Lorazepam, just half.

I've tried to quit tranquilizers since…

two years ago, but I'm taking it slow.

And my true and only friend: anti-retrovirals.

Keeping my enemy away for 25 years now.

1, 9, 9, 5.

My friends passed away before they found

an effective drug combination.

I'm the last one standing.

What were they like?

My friends? I had a lot!

And they dropped like flies.

Adyel, a 28 year-old Cuban guy.

Juan Carlos, from a little town in Extremadura,

he had to leave his town because they stoned him one holiday.

There was a procession on a street

and they stoned him because he was queer.

Jordi…

Jordi, an exquisite man, a lawyer.

What a big cock.

Unbelievable!

His widow and his two sons never got over it.

Hey, please!

Could you stop looking at me as if I was sick?

I wasn't looking at you that way.

But you are sick, right?

No.

Sick people have a fever and stay in bed.

I have a virus.

We accept each other and we coexist.

I come to work every day.

I take care of the bar, I talk to my clients.

I perform on the stage. Do I look like I'm sick?

No, of course not.

It's society's prejudice.

Fuck society!

I don't need anyone's approval.

I don't need a place in their world.

Since I was diagnosed, I've taken better care of myself.

If not, would I look so great in my clothes?

I dress better than ever.

I eat better than ever.

Everything tastes better and fits better.

I buy presents for myself.

I'm a spoiled child.

I found out that I'm…

impulsive for pleasure.

After all, Apollo,

that's the secret of health.

Nothing to say?

One day, I'd like you to meet someone.

Is he handsome?

She's a woman.

You're fired!

I have no time for the heterosexual community.

But Apollo recommends her.

Let me say that Dino made Apollo happy today.