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Look, it'll be fine, we've revised everything,

we understand the topics… -I've got this.

Yeah, it'll be fine, mate. We've studied loads.

I'm bad at improvising, I…

It'll take over,

as soon as we start… -Look, they're taking it down.

Jeez, it's true. -Aniol!

Hey. Pol, Pol. My name is Pol.

I didn't remember. Let's forget Aniol, okay?

Fine. What are you doing here?

Have you come to take it down? -Not just that.

I've spent days shut in with Axel.

Ah. -No, he's not here.

He's gone home to sleep, he's a slacker.

We're doing a hard job and, as expected,

he gave up at the last minute.

All of a sudden, he was in a rush.

He had to get it done fast.

As though he had to start something else important, you know?

Pol, the dean is waiting for us.

One second, I'm coming.

Thank you, Joaquim.

Bye. -Hope it goes well.

Axel stayed working to finish the main hall for me.

It's clear he's in love.

I don't know.

Yes you do.

Now you'll be more inspired, right?

Yes.

SYMPOSIUM AGAINST PHILOSOPHY

FRIDAY, 11:30 AM MAIN HALL

MASTERS

Thanks to the Board, today we can unveil

this beautiful hall, which was recently restored.

This distinguished space has been witness to history.

Thousands of students

have had their graduation celebrations here.

Today, we are also celebrating.

We're celebrating knowledge,

the critical spirit,

we welcome wisdom.

The university's motto is:

"Libertas perfundet omnia luce."

"Liberty enlightens all with its light."

Let there be light.

Does he love me too much?

Alfonso!

Alfonso!

I was just leaving, miss.

Oh…

You told me as it's my last day,

I could finish at 12.

I'm leaving. Look, I have the list of the overtime hours.

Right.

You expecting someone?

Yes.

Can I help you at all? -No.

Give me that, I see you want to get paid and leave.

Well, I'm not here for fun.

You've varnished the chairs outside?

Yes, just as we agreed.

Good. Wait here, I'll get the pay slip

so you can sign it and leave right now.

There's no rush, miss.

Now there's no rush?

You're funny.

Well, yes,

we organised this symposium

because we want to debate love.

One thing…

Sorry, it's just one question.

I don't do philosophy, I do maths,

and I think the title of the debate is strange.

Why "against" philosophy?

This is a mandarin.

It's the same for everyone: a fruit.

But what does a philosopher think?

He wonders why it exists and where it came from

and where it's going.

We used that title

because philosophy makes the brain work.

Until it debilitates you.

So, we wanted to ask ourselves:

is reflection so necessary in order to live?

We're not kidding.

We have high morals.

They say philosophy is a good career

to end up dying of hunger.

Philosophy isn't necessary?

Philosophy is necessary

to even ask that.

When you question, you're already philosophising.

And the question would be:

could philosophy not exist?

Perhaps, as philosophers,

we're destined to think about others.

Are we willing to philosophise?

There are deep things which

some don't want to consider.

Sure, because people are practical,

like the dean.

He does his job, he goes home and goes on holiday in the summer.

I envy you, sir.

A holiday from students like you is what I need.

Where the fuck is Bolaño?

I'll get there,

but I'd prefer them to start the debate without me

and I'll show up later.

You do the same here.

The truth is I only arrive on time to my lessons.

Excuse me.

The important thing…

is I've gone 183 days without drinking.

But I'm wondering: couldn't I have a beer

once in a while, even just once a week?

It's a craving, really.

Especially now that I don't see my daughter much

as she's living with her boyfriend…

So, that's it:

no drinks, no daughter…

Anyway, we'll see what happens.

Does love restrict our individual freedom?

Does it force us to do things?

What do we prefer?

Living in a couple or living alone?

You prefer getting fucked.

No, seriously.

It's clear that there's a cultural pressure

for us to find someone and form a family.

Let's break that trend.

Many people aren't in love but they stay together

because it's how life is.

That happens when love disappears

but a necessary dependency survives.

What does that mean?

That we accept submission as one more fact of life?

We want to have someone to control us because

they guide us for life.

I always quote Dostoevsky.

Good morning.

Dostoevsky wrote:

"For a free person, there's no desire more appealing

than finding someone to kneel before."

A great phrase.

As human beings, we are precarious and defenseless.

And also addicts.

Yes, perfect.

Could you start tomorrow?

Fine, that'd be good for me.

The house is big, lots to do.

Pay slip. Sign.

Driving license?

Oh, what a relief!

Yes, yes.

Of course there'll be a contract.

Yes. Well, if you come tomorrow at 12,

I'll show you the house with no rush…

Perfect. Good. Thank you. Bye.

Have you signed it?

Yes.

Here's the cheque in your name.

Alfonso Rubio Escobar.

I'm going outside for a drink, to make the most of the sun.

Can I carry it for you?

No, you'd charge me for it.

Alfonso…

aren't you going?

Listen…

I didn't want to hurt you.

I didn't come here for fun,

but I've liked working here.

Good, I'm glad.

Right.

Is that it?

"Is that it" what?

Well, don't I deserve a bit…

A bit of what?

I can't find the word. More than a cold "goodbye."

Best of luck, Alfonso.

Know that it was a pleasure to meet you.

Let's not get sentimental, okay?

Of course not.

I'm sure one day, we'll see each other again.

I hope so.

Remember to varnish the chairs

more often… -Yes, yes.

Miss Victoria.

Goodbye.

Thanks for everything.

CHICKEN SOUP "WITH ALFONSO'S SPECIAL TOUCH"

Okay, okay, wait a minute.

In such an individualist and narcissistic society,

can we be capable of love?

Of course.

Relationships are complex, but aren't we the ones

who complicate something as simple as love?

You have to loosen up.

Fall in love.

How sweet.

One more word and I'll turn to candy.

Come on, what is this?

A convention for the naive?

Perhaps you don't realise

that the majority of you are destined to fail at love?

My friend Silvia Montoliu asked the key question:

in an individualist society,

does love fit in?

And you've all said "yes" without thinking,

just like a fairy tale.

Well, I say "no."

There's no space for love.

The fate of a relationship

can be written with just one word:

breakup.

And paying for a hostel.

So what do you propose as an alternative?

Perpetual solitude?

Fall in love with yourself

and promote a culture of knowing how to be alone.

But loving ourselves is what gives us the ability to love.

I don't deny the ability to love.

I think that, once together,

failure is guaranteed for the majority of couples.

Even if that's true,

the importance of love for humans is undeniable.

All these dating apps are proof.

That's not love, boy, that's sex.

Love is tied to goodness, to the idea of doing good.

If you deny love, you're denying good,

which isn't an ethical society.

True love is practically an illusion.

Loving a sick person.

Almost no one does that,

because no one can give their whole heart to someone else.

Enough already, right?

Isn't this a bit sad?

I prefer to be naive,

to believe in love and…

Bolaño, don't listen for a minute, please.

Oti…

I still love you.

We're the best!

Yes!

Bolaño was on fire! What a quarrel you had.

Shut up… -We destroyed it.

Especially you, you found love.

I'm going to kill Arnau. -He's left, he's afraid of you.

I didn't like the scene he made.

It was a cute gesture.

I think you should give Arnau a shot.

And what about your Axel?

Hello!

Dad?

Hello, Pol. Your father isn't here.

Oh, okay. I'm going to work.

Hey, how was it? -Good, good. Very good.

I'm happy.

I'd have liked to go with your father.

My father in a philosophy debate…

What's the problem?

Is he dumb?

No.

It's just I can't imagine him talking about the topics.

I think he's able to understand many things.

What's wrong?

We saw the pills you're taking.

Your father found them when looking for clothes for Rai.

Okay, okay… -Relax.

Don't worry. Do you feel okay? -Yes.

Gloria, I'm fine. I'm on medication…

But I didn't want people to know.

You didn't say anything. Was he

hysterical? -A bit. Like you are now.

I can explain,

it was with a mate from work… -I didn't ask.

You don't have to justify it or feel guilty.

Yes, your father cried a lot.

He was afraid to lose his son.

I wanted to share,

but I didn't want a lecture.

What lecture?

Now he knows.

He just wants you to talk to him.

Really?

Yes, love, don't worry.

You're like my mom now.

Silvia…

Hey, Bolaño. Can I come in?

I can't believe it.

Are you drunk? Or faking it?

I was at the union dinner for associates.

And between every decision, we drank.

But don't worry, I feel good.

Thanks for reminding me

how good it feels to drink. -Sorry.

No, no, it's my problem.

I would have had 14 drinks. -Okay, okay.

It's just I was drinking with Octavi,

who is an amazing guy.

Isn't Octavi very girly these days?

He gives me marshmallows and…

gummy bananas…

Really? -Yes.

That's strange.

What's strange

is that you're sitting here

and not spooning your boyfriend.

What boyfriend? The idiot?

I didn't say idiot. -No, but you thought it.

Well, look, I'll say one thing:

I've always known he was an idiot,

but he was my idiot.

And he fucked good.

Now I've decided to end it.

Because I don't make decisions after your scene

in the stairwell.

A scene of alcohol fumes.

Come on, I'll take you somewhere I think you'll like.

Not a bar.

Leave, leave me alone

Enough driving me mad

I want to know

If you're with me

Tonight

Hey, hey…

What's wrong? Why the angry face?

Don't tell me the "love is shit" speech

wasn't directed at me. -Look, Rubio.

I'm not the wicked witch, I'm Bolaño. That's all.

Is what I think so important to you?

I admire you, María.

Well, stop admiring me like a Velazquez painting.

And remember, starting next year,

I won't be teaching you.

I've come to…

to rest.

Right.

Okay, I crossed the line.

But I don't want any problems, okay?

God, it's just you caused a scene in front of everyone, mate.

Fine. But what I said is true.

Arnau…

you and I won't be together again.

Okay. Fine.

I have other things, you know.

I love you because you're a good friend

and we've been together for ages, but…

I'm sorry.

If you'd said that at the start,

I wouldn't have thought it one of your crazy ideas.

How many crazy ideas do I have?

Lots.

And I love them.

I'm contradictory and you love that too?

But we won't be together, okay?

No way!

Kevin, the beers? -Here.

Okay. Table 10, Dino wants it served in five minutes.

Let's go.

Dad.

Hello, Pol.

Hello.

How are you?

Are you okay? -Yes.

So this is the famous hangout.

Do they treat you well?

Yes, they do here.

If that's true, I'm glad.

Get me a shot.

Pol, love, don't you think Biel could come to our side?

Alfonso and Gloria. My parents.

Oh my god! At your service!

You've done well with your son.

I'd hoped you would notice and give us a box seat.

Don't worry. Come with me, I'll get the best table ready.

The Satanassa Airlines Company thanks you for trusting us

so you can put your boring lives on hold.

I bring you bad news:

I won't sing today.

You gang of hypocrites.

My deaf friend is coming.

We're making gestures, people think I'm having fun,

but we're discussing her brother's chemo.

So I'm going to sit down so all of you enjoy

the captain's performance.

One confession…

I taught him everything he knows.

I hope we don't dazzle you.

Let's start with Dino!

I am not what you imagine

A calm and simple woman

Who one day you abandon And who always forgives

That girl

I am not that girl

I am not who you thought

The white dove Who makes the water dance

Who laughs at nothing, Saying yes to everything

That girl

I'm not that girl

You'll never be able to boast

Of having played

With truth, with love

With everyone else

If you truly love me

I'm no longer that girl

Who got frightened by a storm

Struggling in the waves, She finds the beach

That girl

I'm not that girl

But if you just want an adventure

Set up guards all over your house

I am not one who loses hopes

Think about it, not anymore

I'm not who you imagine

A calm and simple woman

Who leaves one day And always forgives

That girl

I'm not that girl

That girl

I'm not that girl

Bravo!

Give me a minute,

I want to introduce two people.

One is an ethics professor

at the Philosophy faculty.

She is at the top

of the Olympus of university faculty.

I won't say her name so María Bolaño doesn't get mad.

María Bolaño.

Bravo!

The other person is her student.

Greece's legacy, a born philosopher.

Come here, come up with me.

Apolo Rubio!

Wow, Apolo? That's great!

Bravo!

Handsome!

Say something.

What? -How do I know!

Invent a prize, for example,

and give an acceptance speech. I don't know!

But brief, okay? I know Apolo is brief.

A prize?

Well…

I'll tell you what my prize is.

My prize is knowing

that since I was born, a person has cared if

I've had breakfast,

he has stayed awake

when he knows I can't sleep.

That person has suffered because he blames himself

for not being able to give us

everything he thought we deserved.

And life hasn't been good to him,

but he still carries on telling me terrible jokes.

I want to tell him I am okay.

That…

I know he's there for whatever I need.

I can't imagine that

one day, we won't live together.

Dad, you are my prize.

Bravo, Apolo.

Well…

Congratulations for that emotional father-son moment.

That is a love which I do believe in,

parents and children.

And a teacher's love for a student?

Don't make me tear up.

I won't have you as a teacher.

You'll find teachers just as good as me,

or, imagine, even better ones.

You are Bolaño.

There's only one Bolaño.

Wait, if I concentrate a bit,

you'll get a little tear.

Don't laugh.

You are an inspiration.

Can I kiss you?

A small, discreet kiss.

Stop with the kisses and the teachers.

Your high school teacher and I won't be there

in the most important parts of your life.

A teacher is…

a pleasant memory.

Nothing more.

I won't deny that we have an ego,

but fly, boy.

You're flying solo.

You'll still make mistakes,

I tell you as an expert in the art of mistakes.

Look, Pol,

there are people who only exist,

and people who live.

What would you prefer?

To exist or to live?

I have a son who is a treasure.

The taxi driver knows it too, you spent the whole ride saying so.

Well, it's true.

Hey, I've realised I'm a good father.

I didn't doubt it.

What's that?

Alfonso Rubio.

Can you get in?

Okay…

Help me.

The suit.

There's a note.

"A gorgeous suit for a great gentleman. Vicky."

Look.

Look.

Okay…

My God!

Rich people are strange, Gloria.

And you are a good person.

There, breathe deeply.

Let the vapors enter your body.

Don't be an asshole,

I'll end up drinking what's left and I'll eat the ice.

So, my duty as a gentleman is to get this whiskey out of sight.

What, María Bolaño?

You don't want to fuck?

I'm not man enough for you.

But that's not your fault.

In my house, there's nothing that can't become reality.

Do you still not trust me?

Now you do.

Now you turn me on.

I'm clearly not going to kiss you.

It's not the first rejection I've had.

Listen to me.

I think the more you want to drink, the more you have to fuck.

An escape route.

Sex, María. It's a bit of an addiction.

Kiss me, just once.

Then we'll see how we feel.

Kiss me,

and let your imagination fly.

Right.

Or rather, I close my eyes,

think of Clark Gable…

and we kiss. -Sure.

I'm Clark Gable, and you…

Dean Martin.

Axel!

Axel!

Axel!

Axel.

Come down. -What's up?

You've restored the best hall in the world.

What did you say?

What's wrong? What…? -I couldn't wait until tomorrow.

Today has been intense, the symposium went amazingly,

but when I went in

and I saw the work you did…

A work of art.

That's why…

I fell even harder…

for you.

I know you rushed to finish it for me.

Well… -No,

let me speak for a minute.

I know I've made you sick.

I don't know what happiness is,

but it must be like how I feel with you.

And if…

I don't know, if you want and…

and you feel the same,

we could be together.

Without my boring spiels.

It's about time, right?

I don't want to cry.

I want you to cry.

THREE YEARS LATER

What?

That's it! -That's it!

How cool. -Yeah.

Guys! -Hey!

Beautiful.

That's it!

Have you seen Bolaño?

No. -I thought she would come.

Well. -Your boyfriend.

Oti…

Mrs Montoliu. -Professor Rubio.

I've finished my degree.

Among the few Philosophy survivors.

Now what will you do?

Shit… What about Bolaño?

She's still traveling the Greek islands with Dino.

What a holiday. -Yeah.

But listen, she sent me a message for you.

She asked me to give you

"a small, discreet kiss."

Look at him.

Where did that suit come from, Dad?

Isn't it cool? I had it ready for big occasions.

Flawless.

Come on, crease it with a hug, son.

I did it, Dad.

I never doubted you could.

You're the strange one in the family.

Congratulations, love.

Thank you, Gloria.

So Axel hasn't come?

He couldn't come,

he was very busy with work all day.

Right. Excuse me for saying, but…

Alfonso, stop.

Let me speak, let me speak.

An occasion like this calls for taking a day off.

That's it, I've said it.

Oti, congratulations. -Thank you.

Oti, sweetheart. -Oh, Mom.

A mathematician and a philosopher!

I did well, right?

Know what it means?

"Eudaimonia." No idea.

What is it, Latin?

Greek. -Wow!

It literally translates to "good spirit."

It would be like…

happiness.

Don't you think the time has come for you to admit you're happy?

Of course. The "eudai"…

fuck, happiness has arrived!

Well said!

Hey…

your first lesson was great,

even I understood it.

Give me an A, teacher!

I'll give you an A plus.

I feel bad for saying it,

with me as a student you've had it easy,

but when you're put in front of 25 little fuckers…

They will be charming little fuckers.

Come on, a picture. -A picture.

Yes, yes.

Wait for me for the picture, please.

Come on.

Oti, a bit that way, okay.

How cute! -You get in it, too.

Hey, Cati.

Yes. Yes, I called you, I called you.

I'm a pest, but as last week

you told me you'd go over the vacancies…

There's nothing, right?

Right.

It's just I've been waiting for a teaching position for a year.

Yes, right. Patience, patience.

I hope I won't be painting for my whole life.

If you want a hand painting your flat, let me know.

Okay, okay.

Fine. Well, next week,

annoying Pol Rubio will call you again.

Great. Thanks.

Bye.

Impossible

Don't tell me

You ended up missing me

All that dreaming

Of getting lost in the sea

And the years got the best of you

I haven't seen you in so long

I imagine you're a bit different

Sweeter looks

And more sour words

I remember you soaked

In blue sleet that morning

In January '84

And your shoes filled with mud

And I shouted

I want a piece of cosmos gum

Take me to Venus

In your heart filled

With little stories

I want a piece of cosmos gum

For us to learn to fly

To that sea in your dreams

Invisible dreams

It's so hard to remember

I don't dare breathe

If you come back, I'll love you more

It's so hard to remember

I don't dare breathe

If you come back, bring your sea