Kid,
wake up! There's a student strike.
What?
Strike.
Today, you don't go to school, right?
I know, granny.
You woke me up for that?
I want to talk to you
about your father's gravestone.
No, granny, no.
Yes, Bruno, yes.
He deserved a decent gravestone in the tomb where he was buried.
It's been pending for months.
You do it. Don't tell me.
You're his son, I'm his mother. That's why we have to do this together.
No.
You were so depressed and now you're dragging me along with the gravestone thing?
It's your friend Pol's fautlt. He cheered me up and made me see the light.
Fuck Pol!
Okay.
Then I'll go by myself to the marble mason.
Fuck. What a bad feeling!
Public university with quality!
Attention!
It seems that we have managed to occupy the rectory.
Okay. We'll be here till 12.
Then, we'll go to the Plaça Universitat square.
- Okay? - Okay!
Abusive taxes! We'll go on the offensive!
Listen. We know that some teachers will have class.
Make it clear that we won't go to class.
Please, be coherent.
Today, we're fighting against the instability of the public system,
- that smothers us to get scholarship. - Sorry.
In recent years, the taxes have gone up 30%.
Hey, you!
Don't you do the strike?
- I won't go on strike to lower the taxes when having a house with a pool. - Not for solidarity, either?
I sympathize by taking notes for everyone.
What notes?
You don't know?
Bolaño will teach a Ethics class.
Beat scissors with rocks!
Beat scissors...
Of course, I'll have my class.
I don't think you'll have many students.
You're optimistic.
They are the most appreciated classes,
few students but devoted.
You talk like that because you're head of department
and don't have shitty salary like I do.
Where are your ethics, Maria?
I ate mine a long time ago with Romesco salsa.
And a glass of wine.
Come on.
Will you pretend to to do a hunger strike, too?
Ah, your little friend,
the prototype of a dean.
I have all the requirements.
I know. But you're not the only one.
And the decision hasn't come out yet.
But you told me it'd come out yesterday.
Yes, I know. But these things take time.
They have to go through some stages.
And with the strike...
It's the students, not the administration.
Yes, but everything is affected.
We're at risk, girl.
I'm sorry for the way I talked.
I need to work.
It's okay. Everyone is the same.
What did they tell you?
Can't you see my happy face?
They rejected you?
It hasn't been decided yet.
- I don't know if I should pluck my eyes our for making you unemployed or just... - It's not your fault.
I made the decision to quit the bar.
And I'm broke, without any money. Understand?
How could you understand when everything is fiction to you?
Okay.
I'm sick of you reproaching me because I have money.
Why don't you fuck off?
The next time you want to give advice, give them to those from your class.
- Thank goodness that it wasn't my fault that you quit the bar. - Leave me alone, idiot.
I thought that you wouldn't come.
- And your friends? - They're coming.
So many people.
Yes. Then they'll go to Plaça Universitat.
They? You'll go, too, right?
Yes.
You'll skip the protest.
It happens here, too. I spent 2 hours yelling. I've lost my voice.
What are you saying? You insisted that I came and I did.
Perfect, and your friends will go with you.
- Hey. - Hey, Rai.
He's Bruno, an acquaintance.
Nice to meet you.
Good luck with the protest.
I'll go to Bolaño's class and study Logic for tomorrow.
I'm not good at that.
How about you help me?
Okay. This afternoon.
Okay.
Bye.
See you.
Rocks beat scissors!
Good morning, young scabs.
Good morning.
As you all know,
the grand debate in the street isn't the university taxes,
but who will get the Golden ball.
Today's protest...
Well...
let's say it'll support a certain relief.
It's not bad, huh?
It allows some to come out screaming.
It's like masturbation.
Those nervous laughs that provoke the taboos.
Come in, we're having a hit.
Who in here...
have done all of their sexual fantasies?
Come on.
Break the ice. You don't even have to "say cheese".
Who lives a day without making stories about the prohibited?
Jerking off...
It says something about ourselves that we prefer to ignore or not talk about.
Why is it hard for us to say in public what excites us in private?
The world revolves around 2 oppressive taboos:
sex and death.
Sex makes us laugh. Death scares the life out of us.
It depends on the culture, right?
Sure.
Authors, such as Foucault, remind us that the taboos are connected to a moral code.
We can't talk about them openly because they have something prohibited or embarrassing that shouldn't be mentioned.
The taboo about death is so big that it's connected to an idea of failure.
Living mean success.
And the taboo about sex keeps existing...
because we live with guilt.
Public university with quality.
- Have you started the war? - Guys! Pol, Rai.
Rai, I can imagine. But you, Pol
You carried the megaphone then you came to class.
Really?
You carried the megaphone?
I'm human, so, I'm contradictory.
What a nerve! I like it.
And why are you protesting?
Because I have one foot on the plane home, and it's not the first time.
Rai,
do you know why I'm not sitting with you guys?
Because I'm tired.
And in my country, when we're tired, we go on the streets.
Public university with quality!
Argentina's goal.
The definition of egoism is Pol Rubio.
Great, you have to tell him.
Look, he's over there.
He leaves class and goes with people from the protest.
Naturally, he's even more handsome.
Introduce us.
No. I don't want to talk with that hypocrite. He can go to hell.
At first, he told me, "Go to the protest."
And then he went to class like a scab?
Asshole!
Can we go to the protest and stop spying on those supposedly handsome guys?
- Yeah, let's stop talking about morons. - You insult him and then you suck him off.
Hey, Angel!
Hey, guys. I know that woman.
She's that actress, Calduch!
Granny?
With so many leaflets, I'll end up slipping!
Fuck!
Granny!
Have you seen how crazy those youngsters are? Everyone is screaming.
Jesus, Bruno! You didn't tell us that your grandmother is the Calduch!
Really? You didn't tell them?
Well, granny,
why did you come?
To talk with you, so we'd stop acting silly, and to inspect the place.
The Actor Association rewards me for my whole career here, in the main hall.
Can we have a picture?
Boy, do you really know who I am?
"An Inspector Calls", "Hamlet", "Time and the Conways"...
You're the best.
Bruno, you've gotten better at choosing friends.
Bruno, it's not bad.
It's really beautiful.
I'd like to make sure that there's space at the height of the event.
I thought that you wouldn't accept the reward.
Bruno,
you must know that there's time and place.
Granny, don't talk to me about the gravestone,
please.
Bruno, your father...
is not some unknown soldier.
I don't want Merlí to end up in a tomb wall.
I wanted him cremated.
But, in that moment, I don't know.
I let you decide.
Honey,
when I die, if you want,
you can take what remains of your father and cremate it together with me,
and scatter us in the Greek theater of Epidavros,
but, while I'm alive,
I want a place to cry for my son.
Relax.
I'll take care of the marble mason.
Bruno,
can I do to you what your father didn't want me to do to him ever since he turned 16?
Pose like this.
Hey, scab, we'll study Logic, right?
Invite me to your house.
Or do you prefer not to involve with some rich dumbasses like me?
Jerk.
Okay,
when you're done with the protest,
come by my house and teach me Logic because I'm a little lost.
Minerva.
Hi.
What's up?
How are you?
Fine.
And you?
Great.
I missed you so much.
You missed my gray hair?
How are you? Have you talked to your parents?
Yes, we are on WhatsApp every week.
It's grandma that makes me hate the distance.
That's why I don't call her.
I think she understands.
She'll forgive me.
Granny, so cute!
But she still has to put up with it there?
Marcos told me that she was so weak,
but she's trying.
She's strong, like you.
I'm sick of being strong, Jorge.
It seems we're closing on the reason you called me.
Come on, say it.
Well,...
I want to come back.
I'm going home.
It's a negative?
Okay, wait.
It's conditional.
It's conditional. The antecedent is a disjunction.
And the sequent is a negative, right?
Then,
If P...
Or no Q.
then,...
P and not R.
Great.
Make subformulas tree.
Okay.
Let's see...
P...
or not Q
is a formula.
Not...
P
and not R,
the other one.
then,
P...
and not R,
And finally, P...
and not R.
You missed...
the last one.
Okay, R without negative.
It's not that hard.
- Yeah. Fuck if I can pass. - You will, you will.
Today, Bolaño was a bit drunk or I was the only one who thought so?
I don't think so. You?
She seemed to be the dean of jerk-offs and fantasies.
You could have told her about you and your aunt.
Don't judge me.
I don't.
Everyone has their own things.
You can tell me your prohibited and embarrassing fantasies.
Okay.
What thrills me is...
doing what my friends don't know I do.
Pol,
dinner.
- 4 of us. - No, I'm leaving.
You stay, because Gloria's canneloni are ready.
Don't argue with my father.
We're friends.
Yes.
Why are you saying that?
I don't know. There was time...
that I couldn't say something like that.
It's amazing, Gloria.
It was Santi's favorite.
Who was Santi?
My husband.
I'm a widow.
So am I.
And hey,
from adversity, we create a new family.
Today, I saw the neighbor from the balcony.
The one with the plants.
Which one? The one with the red dressing gown?
Yes.
She was moving a container.
Fuck.
She's living alone, right?
Yes. Do you know how much rent she pays?
- 200 euros. - Really?
It's an old place.
The owners can't kick her out.
Hey,
- The canneloni is amazing, Gloria. - They can't kick her out.
Now, they're waiting for her to die.
Oh, shit.
I don't know what you're surprised at, the rich can be such sons of...
Go on.
I was going to say "sons of bitches".
Sorry, boy. But Pol...
told me that you came from a rich family.
No. You're right.
There're some rich people who are really sons of bitches.
Hey,
Is it true that people with money say good morning
with a fresh orange juice?
- It's a bit old-fashioned, dad. - Then, it's great old-fashioned.
Do they?
No.
What the fuck can I do in Barcelona?
I'm alone, Jorge.
It's been 2 years since I came.
I know. How can I not remember?
You came here on Christmas with two broken ribs.
That didn't spare anyone.
They screwed me up in my own country.
Yes, dear.
You dared protest against the power.
They lowered the pensions for old people,
and you came here at 20.
I came out on the street with a saucepan.
Poor thing.
Are you laughing at me?
I'm not laughing, but you seem to not know Argentina's history.
We've been through dictatorships, wars, money restriction...
I escaped 18 years ago.
You don't want to come back?
Sweetie, wishes have expiration dates.
But I'm not feeling okay.
What am I doing here while my people are there fighting against everything that's going on?
I'll tell you why.
Because your grandmother gave you a good advice.
She told you:
"Leave and never look back."
Think about it.
You have the chance to have a better life and you are proving it.
Come on, take out the glasses.
I quit the bar.
I told my boss to go to hell.
I like that.
You want another job? I'll get you another job.
You've already helped me a lot, Jorge.
Listen, Minerva, the world there keeps moving,
and you have to handle your world here.
So, don't think too much, because you'll get gray hair, and you'll have to dye it.
Don't be so Argentine, girl.
It's getting late.
I started studying philosophy.
Really?
You're beyond saving.
Philosophy?
Okay, let's toast.
We'll have a toast,
because...
at any moment, you'll come back to your country
escaping nothing.
And fuck those sons of bitches who want to destroy our people.
Fuck them!
May they go to hell!
Well, thank you for helping me with Logic.
My father has never been so friendly.
Because I'm nice.
People like me.
Because you come from a rich family.
Well, study Logic, okay?
See you in the exam.
Bye.
Granny, what are you doing?
They are imported from Chile.
I made you orange juice, too.
What do you want from me?
- I want you to think of an epitaph for your father's gravestone. - Fuck. Did I not make it clear eanough?
I asked you to take care of everything.
Bruno, an epitaph has to come from us both.
Something beautiful, personal and with family sense.
It's important.
Think of...
a phrase by Schopenhauer,
or by Plato, or....
I don't know philosophy.
But your friend does. He enlightened me.
- He's muscular, huh? - Granny, enough.
Stop it.
There's nothing between us.
Nothing like what you have in mind.
Too bad, isn't it?
I don't want to talk with you about those things.
Okay, I respect that.
You don't talk.
I will.
Fuck.
If I'm right about what I'm about to tell you,
blink once, okay?
I...
Bruno Bergeron...
I feel...
that you have an uncontrollable passion....
for Pol Rubio.
They're juicy.
Really juicy.
20 minutes.
Excuse me,
Come to my office in an hour, to confirm the papers for the scholarship.
I'm waiting for you.
Thank you so much.
I didn't do anything.
Biel!
Biel! Biel! Biel!
What?
The scholarship!
They gave me the scholarship!
I'm no longer a shitty rich kid?
You're a rich kid, but not shitty.
I'm not mad at you.
Up!
I'll throw you in the water.
They gave her the scholarship.
They gave me the scholarship.
You're crazy!
Hi.
This is Victor, my boyfriend.
We're in love.
Great.
We'll get married.
But not yet, because I want to enjoy life.
Do you have a girlfriend?
No.
You're too handsome to not have a girlfriend.
You know why?
Because the person that I like doesn't like me.
So dumb, huh?
Yeah.
We are in the same class and I have to see them everyday.
It used to happen to me.
It did?
My mother said:
"It's like having a candy but you can't eat it."
That's how things are.
Selfie?
What do you study?
Nothing.
My mother is a teacher. Maria Bolaño.
I'm leaving.
Bye.
It's so good.
What is it? Cheese?
Mascarpone.
I like it.
Shit! Look at me.
Pol's just come.
Hide.
Keep eating, but when I tell you to, laugh.
Okay.
No, I told him that I would leave, if he didn't understand the French Revolution.
No way!
He made a face!
He didn't know who Luis XVI was.
My uncle never knew where Venezuela was on the map.
He always said:
- "I'm on Earth, and it's round. That's it." - Hey, you!
Hey, Pol.
What are you doing here?
Look,
here.
Yes, I've looked.
I present you my friends, Angel and Sara.
Hi.
He's Pol,
an acquaintance.
Skip class with me.
Angel got me into bad habits with ice-creams and cakes.
- He's the friend that I've just introduced you to. - Yes, and I, an acquaintance.
I noticed the tone, Bruno. I'm not stupid.
Try it.
Why do you want to see me?
I'm worried.
I had a Logic exam today.
I think I'll pass.
Then you're that worried.
What do you want?
Tell me the truth, Rubio.
No, nothing specific, really.
I want to see you because we didn't go to the protest.
You're in love.
No.
It's not a question.
Bruno, don't act like you know me so well.
I'm not.
- I'm fine, happy. - Good.
Then, if you're happy,
you can think of an ironic or funny phrase for Merlí's gravestone.
For the love of God! I've already had a not so good day...
You know that affects me a lot.
- What are you doing, jerk? - I throw things at your face so you can understand.
I'm sick of you pretending that what happened to Merlí affects you more than me.
You were his favorite student,
but I'm his son.
He was my father.
Are we clear?
Like crystal.
If you don't help me with the gravestone, I'll ask Gerard.
Don't laugh.
At least, he'll respect me.
He considers me a friend, not an acquaintance.
Enjoy this day, when your only problem is an exam that you'll pass.
I like doctor Rossell.
So do I.
And she said that you're healthy.
It's important.
Dad!
Hi, Laura.
How are you?
Good.
I'm glad.
Laura,
- Why don't you wait for me in that coffee shop? - Can I have a donut?
Yes.
Get one for me, too.
Now, go.
Bye, dad.
Bye, sweetie. See you tomorrow.
- Are you okay with leaving the kid with her boyfriend? - What kid are you talking about?
My daughter is a woman.
Having friends is one thing, but...
Having relationships?
Make it clear, man.
Let her have fun with Victor.
What? It annoys you?
They're adults.
Victor is a good person, just like she is.
What they're doing is consensual.
- And you like it because it pisses me off. - Listen, the problem is you.
I told Laura every information to have healthy relationships.
I taught her to say no.
Stop overprotecting my daughter and let her do what she wants with Victor.
Her doing what she wants means you going to bars.
You're pissed off because I'm sober.
Moron.
Hello.
My sweet granny!
How is the most wonderful woman in the world?
Well...
Marcos told me it was nothing.
But you have to be careful.
Don't be stubborn.
You have to listen to the doctors.
I know they're quack.
But you have to be careful.
Granny, I want to tell you something.
They gave me a scholarship
to work in the university's library.
No, I'm not a philosophy teacher yet.
Step by step.
Well, don't tire yourself out.
You have to rest well. We'll talk again.
I love you so much.
So much.
Take care.
A kiss.
Bye.
I'm fine.
I told you.
She's like a mother to me.
We're a bit alike.
I have to go.
There's nothing going on between us.
On the contrary, there's so much going on.
I have an idea.
- A poster of the strike. - No, turn it around.
What, acquaintance?
Do you think that your grandmother will like it?
She's crazy.
She likes everything you say and do.
What did you do?
My grandmother is at the theater, and I'm here alone
eating an apple.
Want some?
Bruno, I'm not fastidious.
I know that I'm not Merlí's son,
but I miss him, too.
I know.
Anything else?
Anything else...
Well...
I have a crush on a guy from philosophy.
And I suppose, no, I don't suppose...
I'm bisexual.
You're not saying anything?
Let's celebrate!
There's nothing to celebrate, Bruno.
It's just like that.
I have beers and cherries.
Okay?
The new shirt looks good on you, Victor.
Yes.
- I helped him choose it. - Of course.
How is the gardening?
It's good.
I'm glad.
Guys, there's pizza in the fridge.
I'm leaving.
- You're going to the supermarket? - Yes.
And you know that at these hour, there're many lines there.
I'll be late.
Bye, Mrs. Bolaño.
Bye, honeys.
Are you hungry?
No.
Me, neither.
Rai, what's up?
Does something have to be up for me to call my mom?
Son, what do you want?
I just wanted to know if you're okay.
I was sleeping.
Don't you think that I was sleeping at this hour?
Okay.
Then, that's it.
Where are you calling from?
The garden.
Fuck, Rai!
Provoking, like always.
Do you have something important to tell me?
No.
Yes.
I do have something to tell you.
One night,
we'd both sit,
no one else,
We would talk about our...
things...
like mother and son,
and eat canneloni.
Do you remember Montseny?
When I put a cherry in your mouth?
Of course, I remember.
Since then, cherries have made me horny.
One day, I got 2 cherries,
like these.
And I got hard.
And you imagined someone eating your cherries.
I swear to you, even though it appeared so, I can't come to get involved with you.
Have you been with any other guy?
Yes.
B.B or A.B?
Before Bruno or After Bruno?
A.B.
Names?
Ettiene
French.
And...
and Efra,
a guy who worked with me in the supermarket.
Think about Rai.
How do you know I like Rai?
I saw you pinning for him.
Use me.
Only today.
Close your eyes and...
think about Rai.
[Merlí Bergeron Calduch - Victim of the public education]