Merlí. Sapere Aude (2019–2021): Season 1, Episode 1 - Sapere aude - full transcript

Poll starts to study philosophy to be the new Merli. Bruno is still in love with. Pol makes new friends in the faculty. Pol also meets his new professor "Maria Bolaño" who is destined to change his life forever.

NETFLIX PRESENTS

Pol!

What?

Your phone has been ringing
for a while.

Who is it? Have a look!

It's Bruno!

Have you organised
the whole flat already?

Don't laugh.

You live better
with everything in its place.

You should do the same.

Dad, don't even think
about touching my things.



Okay, okay. Hey.

How is Bruno coping
with his dad's passing?

What do you think?
It's only been three weeks.

How about you?

I'm getting by, dad.

I'm not in the mood to study.

I'm going to drop off my resume.

Working is good.

But you have to get into uni.

Are you going to pay
for my degree then?

Fuck.
I suppose there are scholarships.

I'm sure you'll get one.

Why are you so optimistic lately?

What's up, moron?
-Moron?



You're the one
who won't answer my calls!

Don't complain, kid!

I should start working
and let my mind relax.

I've been told
that if I get my driving license,

I could work at a parking lot
parking cars,

safeguarding… a party!

Great, I still don't know
what the fuck to do with my life.

I'm doing my exams
and studying History.

I'll get in for sure.
-Bruno, why are you so hyper?

Now you just have to plan
your summer holidays!

Should I lock myself up
at home to cry all day?

I try to move on with my life.

I have enough on my plate
with my grandma's depression.

And if I call you, Pol Rubio,
pick up the phone.

Well, calm down, kid.

It's the same with Tania.

I'll have to talk to her
in the end.

I think it's her
who wants to talk to you.

Did she tell you?

Fuck, we're breaking up for sure!

Three of us hooked up and she saw
how we searched for each other.

Bruno, it was a horny moment,

but we've never been anything
more than friends.

Right.

There's always
been something, right?

Come on, keep moving

before I regret having come!

Good morning.
-Good morning.

Fucking hell.

Hello, father.
How are you Gloria?

Hey, how are you, handsome?
-Very well.

You're so worried for my studies
that you meet up with the teacher.

Don't joke so much kid.

We're talking as friends.

Look. Look what I found.

Sit by my side!

What is this?

Oh, hey!

Look, kid.

They're some homework
you got given in school.

When you were eight.
-Let me see.

Hey, stop there!

The teacher asked you to write

an essay about your weekend.

Look.

It's titled "My weekend"
and you wrote:

"On Friday,
I came out of school

and a breeze
took me to Monday."

Really?

I wrote that?

In one single sentence,
you summed up your weekend.

I assume you don't mind

that I read it too.
-No, no.

How do you expect me to annoy him
if it's only to brag about my son!

You speak Catalan?

What's up with that, dad?

Come on! Leave. Leave now.

Okay. Can I keep the essay?
-It's yours.

Goodbye, Alfons!

Fucking hell.
Don't pay attention to him.

You've put me in a mess…

Don't complain,

because I got the worst part.

I never worried about the future
before now, you know?

I wasn't going to study,
I was going to end up working,

but you came along…
-And I convinced you

that you are good
at philosophy, right?

It's true.

That's why
you want to get the degree, right?

When you were around,

but now that you've abandoned me…
-What the fuck!

It's true, Merlí!
I'm talking seriously!

I don't know what to do!

I don't know what to do,
what to expect,

or who to love.

You've just defined
how all humanity feels.

Don't you see?

I can't see myself
getting the degree without you.

What were you expecting,
dummy? Personal tutoring?

How much would you have paid me?

Are you kidding?
-No.

I'm trying to make you understand
that you don't need me.

Of course I need you, Merlí.

Of course I need you.

I want you to tell me

that I'm good at philosophy
and to push me when I'm wrong

and throw books at me
for me to think.

Stop doing

what everyone always does:
lament!

And start your new life
without me! You'll make it.

You'll go to university

because I can't imagine
another way with you.

You'll meet people, damnit!

Student life
is the best thing there is!

You learn
while you fall in love and fuck!

Don't tell me you're not capable
because I'll throw

"The Critique of Pure Reason"
by Kant at your head!

And remember it's thick!

Merlí, wait.

And you?

How are you?

Me?

Good, I'm good, Pol Rubio.

And…

What comes after death?

You can make more original
questions that that.

Is there sex after death?

If I answer that question,
life wouldn't be fun anymore.

Go to university, Pol,

and ask millions of questions.

On Friday,
I came out of school

and a breeze took me to Monday.

Damn!
-Sorry!

Are you okay?
-Sorry. Yes, yes.

Do you know where class 111 is?
-Yes, I'm going there.

Do you take philosophy too?
-Yes.

My name is Biel.
-Pol.

I've been looking for a while.
-Ah, it's that one down there.

Silence!

Uh… sorry.

Come on, silence now!

Well, first day of class…

and your faces look scared.

Don't worry, those of you
who know Pythagoras well

will pass the course for sure.

I'm talking seriously,
Pythagoras is very basic.

Sometimes I've some students

who don't remember the theorem.

Do any of you need to revise it?

It's not that I don't remember,
but in my school, from Pythagoras

we learnt more about
the transmigration of souls.

Oh, very well,
then it's a good moment

to transmigrate your soul
towards Philosophy.

This is Mathematics.

Are you dumb, kid?

MERLÍ:
DARE TO KNOW

DARE TO KNOW

Do you have paper?
A piece of paper?

Good morning!

A piece of paper, fuck!

If you feel crammed, don't worry,

there will be more space
in 15 days time.

My name is Silvia Montoliu,

I got my doctorate 10 years ago
and I'm an associate professor.

This is the class
for philosophical issues

and I officially
welcome you to Philosophy,

the famed degree
with no prospects.

But don't worry,
according to the rankings,

the University of Barcelona

is among the 100 best
in the whole world.

A shame that associate professors
only get paid 500 euros!

This is public education!

Have you questioned,
before coming here,

if Philosophy is useful?

The subject
of the History of Culture

is large enough to teach for years
but the academic plans

want me to explain
50 centuries in a term.

I must do a McDonalding of culture.

Let's not kid ourselves,
you won't be rich by studying here,

but it will give you a tool
that can't be bought with money:

the possibility of thinking,

of knowing,

"sapere aude."

Propositional logic analyses

the structure
of complex sentences

for expressions
of functional truth.

If you thought
you wouldn't do maths, I'm sorry.

For many students,

logic is maths, but with letters.

My name is Xavier Vidal
and, apart from professor of Logic,

I'm the dean of the faculty.

In what period of history
has humanity been free?

Does nobody know
when humanity was free?

I'll tell you.

During the Palaeolithic.

When did we stop being free?

They painted cave walls and hunted.

When did we stop being free?

Very good question that.

The truth or falsehood
of a complex sentence

depends exclusively
on the truth or falsehood

of the simplex phrases
that form the argument.

Don't make those faces

because this is the easiest
thing you'll do in Logic.

The paper you have
in your hands is the bibliography.

Consult, research, read.

When you study for exams,

not everything
will be in your notes.

We lost freedom when
we started depending on salaries.

That's it,

I've already summed up
all the history of culture.

All Greeks are philosophers.
Napoleon is Greek,

therefore,

Napoleon is a philosopher.

Is it a correct
or incorrect statement?

Incorrect.
-Incorrect.

Correct.

It's a correct statement.

Thank you all for participating.

Guys, it's not bad for today.
We'll leave it here.

You got into
the wrong degree, right?

What are you saying?

I saw you were overwhelmed before.

Oh, not at all!
-I'm still the same, right?

I wanted to get into
Audiovisual Communication,

but the entry grade is high
but here, you get in easily.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, of course..

The classes
are fucking awesome, right?

And the teachers
are really good at explaining.

I love being in Barcelona.

I'm near Montseny.

I'm going to the Maths lecture,
I have a meetup. See you in Ethics.

Goodbye!

She won't make it to Christmas.

What was I going to say?
The papers.

Look, if you want,
I'll lend them to you

and one day
you get me a packet of 50.

What?

Let's do this:

we have half an hour
until Ethics class,

so I'll give you a tour
of the campus.

Fuck, dude.

Well, obviously,
halls, the lecture hall,

the pond, it's very cool…

What's your name? Pol what?

Congratulations.

My dad works at the uni,
in Academic Administration.

That's why I know it a bit.
-Except for the number of classes.

What do your parents do?

My dad doesn't work
and my mom is dead.

Fuck, I didn't know!
-Of course you didn't

because we met three hours ago.

I don't explain
my life to strangers.

But it's okay, Biel, people die.

Don't you do Philosophy?

That's my ring.

I was doing movements
and it jumped out.

My name is Minerva.

Biel.
-Pol.

What do you study?
-I'm Argentinian.

Philosophy.
-That's what people expect

from the us,
that we solve the world.

We also study "Philo", first grade.

How cool! I lost the first classes.

Could you let me your notes?
-Yes, sure.

I work at a bar
and my boss changed

my hours just to bother me.

Yes, I know the work issues.

Now we have Ethics class.

Yes, see you in class.

I'm managing my scholarship
with that ma'am.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, you can't sit here.

Oh, no? Why?

Apparently

the student
that sat here last year died.

Come on,
let's respect leaving it empty.

Some repeating students told me.
-Let's sit here.

Guys, how is it going?
-Hey!

Thank you. So kind of you.

I love the sound of decadence.

Two retards walk down the street

and one asks the other:
"What is two plus three?"

And the other responds: "Four."

The first one says:
"I shove a hive up your butt."

I explained this joke
15 years ago

and it got way more laughs.

25 years ago,
they were losing it.

They asked me to tell it again.

What happened?

Morals have changed.

Now we have way more information.

In the 80s,
we were ignorants

in regards to people
with down syndrome

and we thought it was okay

to call them retarded or subnormal.

The question is:

now that morals have changed

can we make jokes
about these subjects?

What are the limits of humour?

I suppose we have to consider
the freedom of expression.

You're right.
What limits does that have?

I think we should be able
to joke about everything.

Okay.

Are there comedians
with down syndrome kids

who joke about retards?

No.

We spend our lives
trying to be happy,

and be relaxed,

when the only thing we have to do

for no one to annoy us
with their jokes

is to be born
as a white male

who is rich and heterosexual.

Do you want me to introduce you
to my friend Abdul?

Abdul.

You can come in now.

Here you have them.

A bunch of defeated conformists.

Comfortable hedonists

who have come to study philosophy.

Abdul.

Tell them.

When did you arrive to Spain?

I got here two years ago.

My country is really bad.

My work conditions are good here.

I'm with the broom all day here.

Are you okay at work?
-Yes.

You make a mess, I clean it.

Good. Thanks.

You're welcome, Maria.

Well, now you've seen.

There are people
who are worse off than you.

Abdul lives
in a rich white continent

but he's just a poor black man.

What's up?

Oh, so now you're starting
to act all prim and proper.

You're leaving? Very good. But wait.

No. Wait.

Listen to this first.

Straight out of the newspaper.

"Conversations
in the high spheres of politics."

"We've destroyed
the Catalan health system."

More. An enlightened bishop.

"I assure you
that homosexuals will find hell."

And the Roman Pope.

"Abortion is like hiring a hitman

to solve a problem."

You read this
and you remain unbothered.

But if I say that Abdul is black,

you want to whip me in a cloister.

They've done a good job
with you guys, right?

Goodbye!

For those who are staying,

my name is Maria Bolaño.

Welcome to the subject of Ethics.

Bolaño will be
the best professor by far.

Everything she said about freedom
of expression was superlative.

Totally.

Oh, superlative. I love it.
You really talk like Argentinians.

How long have you been here, Minerva?

For two years. I'm renting a room
in a flat at the Gotico.

400 euros including bills.

Fuck. That's not a bad price.
-It's OK.

Well, come over
whenever you want.

The automatic doorman
doesn't work,

so you have to go into
the Temple of Augustus,

shout my name
and I'll come out.

Do you live at the Temple of Augustus?
-A temple?

The hall faces the columns' floor.

It would be better
to send you a WhatsApp message.

No, I prefer the Napolitan style.

For everyone to shout "Minerva."

But from downstairs!

What do you want?

Coffee with milk.
-Yes, I do too.

We're eating the gay flag.

Damn, Angel!
-Angel, in Spanish!

From Venezuela
to the world, my friend.

They say we're the new Chinese,
but nicer.

Why coming up with
the cake the first day?

Yesterday, I told myself:

"Rainbow cake as a gift for
my first friends of History class."

You worked on it a lot, dude.

Why are you studying
History so late?

You're older, right?

Are you calling me a fat old man?

No, but you're
a little bit older than us.

How old are you?
-What do you think?

Thirty…

Twenty-eight?

Bingo!
-Oh, yeah!

Hey, Pol,

we should meet up soon and recount
our first day at university.

Here, in History, it's nice.
I've met a cool group.

Well, we could go to the beach
for a swim.

A kiss.

That's it!

Who is Pol?

A friend.

Very well, very well.

We could go to the beach

for a swim.

A kiss.

You're kidding me!
-Oh, very good!

Next day,
I'll make the cat disappear!

Okay, have a good one!
-Goodbye!

How amazing!

I'll finish my beer and leave.

You can't sit here,

it's reserved
for a teacher that died.

Fuck, did you get upset?

No, I don't understand
your sense of humour,

it's too smart for me.
-You seem intelligent, dude.

Hey, two Catalans arguing,
unbelievable.

Come on, don't get offended.

Well, shall we name the cat?

Come on, yes.

Sartre!

A little pedantic, no?

Yes, and?
-I like Sartre.

Goodbye!
-Goodbye!

Goodbye!
-Goodbye.

What's the name of that guy there?

Should we make a study group?

Would you like that?
-Okay, fine by me.

Cool, come on.

Fuck!
-What's up?

This dude, he took my wallet!

What are you saying?
-Fuck.

I love it, baby!

I love it when
you act like a dog.

Ah, yeah, baby, ah.

Are you expecting anyone?
-Not yet.

Check it out.

Henry!

I don't like to be interrupted
when I'm painting.

Leave.

Yes?
-Hello.

Does Rai live here?

Yes, who are you?

I'm Pol, a friend of him.

Come in.

Wait here.

Rai?

Henry, who's there?

Pol.

One of Rai's classmates.
-I don't know him.

I'm a classmate
from the faculty of Philosophy.

Philosophy?

What are you doing here?

Rai, philosophy?
-Yes, fuck!

What, you?

You got the wrong wallet.
-Oh, fuck!

Come, come.

Don't touch the railing!
-Don't touch the railing!

Don't get scared, okay?
-No, no.

Fuck, what a mansion, right?

You must not even
find your parents!

Surely not with my dad
because he's dead.

Are you having a swim or what?

No, I'll pass.

I didn't come to have fun.
Besides, I work.

-Okay.

Okay, goodbye!

Goodbye!

Please, come with me.

This way, gentleman.

Minerva!

Softer!

Oti! How nice!

Wait.

Go around this building
and go into flat number 41.

Hello.
-What a surprise.

I was very keen to see
your Roman temple.

Come in.

How cool, dude.
-Welcome.

Do you like it?
-Yes.

Sometimes I read next to the window

and once in a while,
I look up at the columns.

Wow, how cool.

She's Amy. The American.

It's her turn to clean this week.

Hello.

Amy O'Connor

My name is Oti.

I'm from Eugene, Oregon.

North of California.

Well, it has many hens,

many lesbians,
it's very pretty.

How cool. I'd love to go.

Yes.

Okay.

How nice, right?
-Yes, very much so.

But she voted for Donald Trump.

How cool, dude.

Always
with American pressure on top.

Etien. Oti.

Oti.
-Hello.

Pleased to meet you.

Good morning.
-Good day.

Come on. Let's go.

Dude, I love your flat.

It's so multi-cultural.

And this is my bedroom.

Wow!

A Japanese guy
used to live here too

but one night he left
because he couldn't stand Amy.

I only know Catalans.

I'm from a village.

Sant Esteve de Palautordera

Let's toast.

To university!

Yes!

And, to Pol?

Do you like him?
-Yes.

I like the crazy one more.

Biel?
-No, Rai.

Oh, right.
Yes, he's also very handsome.

More importantly,
now we're a small group.

Yes.

Cheers.
-Cheers.

It didn't turn out good,
too much butter.

On the contrary!

They're the best vanilla cupcakes
I've ever eaten!

Don't worry.
The butter gives it an aroma.

No, no. Too bad.

Ester, you don't like
anything you make!

Bazinga!

Let them be. They're sisters.

No, it's true,

I must thank you
for giving so much company.

Oh, yes.

Since Brauli died

he hasn't left you alone, huh, kid?
Six months living here.

It was too sudden.

It seemed impossible but no.

Heart attack and goodbye.
What a life.

When I think
it could happen to my husband…

Girl, we're not doing bad.
-Well, don't be so perverse.

No, the truth
is you have helped me a lot.

You should come back
to the tennis club.

We could do a doubles match!

Hello.

Rai! Do you want one?
I made them.

No, thanks.
-Rai,

Do you know how to do the laundry?
-Isn't Henry here?

I'll leave his clothes downstairs.

Do you know what Rai has done?

He dropped out
of the business degree.

Just like that, without warning.
I love it.

Really? A sabbatical year?

No, no.

Much more interesting.

Don't tell me
you'll become a missionary.

That's where it's headed.

He's started studying Philosophy.

What?

Have you lost the "ESADE" courses?

The environment
was too posh for me, aunty.

Finally, Rai has found

where to vomit his existentialism,

all his act about
being different to everyone

and going to the centre of the city
to study human beings. Right?

Don't be so hard, Vicky.

Don't you get involved, Susana.

As I was saying, too much butter!

I'm going to the toilet.

It's true that I should
go back to the club.

Yes.

You don't know how excited I got
when you told me

you jack off to thinking about me!
-Yes, I can imagine!

In the end, it's better like that!
I can't take it anymore!

Excuse me?
-Yes.

I've got the most narrow
parking spot. Can you direct me?

Yes, no problem.

Okay, careful with the column!

Okay, straight towards me!

Careful! Little by little!

Good, good, good… Stop!

It isn't that narrow.

I've been driving for five hours.

Is there a nice place
around here…

to relax a little?

Relax? A bar?

A hot guy or girl are the strategy
for million of companies

to sell their products.

Is it ethical to discriminate
against ugly people for profit?

No, it's not right to use
personal physicality to sell.

Why not? If you sell more…

Well, what should matter
is the product you sell.

Not at all, that doesn't matter!

Businessmen only care
about how to sell it.

If they market a car
with a ripped guy driving it,

it's proven that they sell more.

I mean, who would market
a shampoo with an ugly girl?

Then, when you set up a company,

you'll market it
with a beautiful person, right?

I want to earn money.

What if you need
heart surgery one day?

Would you care
if the doctor is ugly?

Of course not.

Would it be ethical to select
its medical and nursing staff

based on looks?
-No.

They should judge based on
their ability to do their job.

It's unfair to hire a beautiful person
instead of an ugly person.

Good. The concept of justice.

It has appeared at last.

Justice is about
treating everyone equally.

I could be a model in a shop.

Boot cut jeans suit me well.

Are you laughing in disagreement

or is it a silly laugh?

I don't know…

You believe in justice,

yet you laugh
about my ass marketing jeans?

Excuse me. I'm not laughing…

We all dream.

I used to dream of being
a professor at this university.

And you might too.

But you might end up
selling trousers.

Damn.

Ugly people of the world.

We're many more!

Why don't we start
the revolution of the ugly people?

Come on. Silence.

Silence!

Socrates was very ugly!

In Ancient Greece,
beauty was highly valued.

For next week,

you'll hand in
an reflective essay

on the concept of beauty

titled

how was it possible for Socrates

to be such a success
among young people?

Eighty-seven.

Eighty-three.

It's your turn to pay, kid.

Yes, but when I was your student
you had more people in class.

It's been 15 years since that.

Then I was beautiful,
and they came to see me.

Now they only
listen to me.

I'm sure some handsome student
makes you nervous.

I can't stand the hot shots.

The come into this world
with an "all inclusive" package.

I can only have one drink

but they live
in a perpetual "happy hour."

Like you.

When you get cynical,
you're fun but insufferable.

I limit myself
to surppressing that weakness

with my success at work.

The students
see me and think:

"Bolaño is good."

I would like them to think:

"Bolaño is good looking."

Laura.

Look, I finished it.

Take the other one
out of the bag, come on.

Fuck.
-Hey!

Don't curse in front of
these honorable chancellors!

Are they all dead?

Of course.
Can't you see their expressions?

Will they paint
a portrait you one day?

I would like that

but I don't think
I'll be the first female chancellor

of this university.

Well,

you can step on
the red carpet.

That I can.

They've placed it for me.

Hey, I've been thinking
about something

for a couple of days

You know that flats
are very expensive.

Yes, I know.

Well, here goes.

We have to start thinking

about moving to Gloria's house.

What?

We've been talking about it.

If we're fine together

why live separately?
It's dumb.

You've only known each other
for four or five months.

So what?

We're happy, we're fine.

If you told me this a year ago
and I wouldn't believe it.

I like that you have a girlfriend,
dad,

but you're not 25 years old.

It's fine that Oscar has moved in
with Oksana but you…

Am I asking a bum like you

for permission

to get my life on track?

I'm such an idiot.

Did I judge
your relationship with Tania?

No, no.
-Then listen up.

We're moving in with Gloria.

That's that.

Very well. You're on your own then.

Dumbass.

You still haven't explained
your whim for philosophy.

It will help me understand
the imposture of this house.

Imposture!

Like changing your degree
when it was nearly finished, right?

Another one of your tantrums!
And you've only done it

because you knew
your dad wouldn't have liked it.

I don't have memories with him.
He didn't work on it.

He could have done better, yes.

but were you a good son?

Fucking hell!

This family is a lost cause, fuck!

Rai, don't you realise
you're insufferable?

I've spent years
tolerating your eccentricities

and the calls from school for
your bad attitude and stupidity.

You complain about the family,

but when you got
a credit card at 18

you were delighted.
-Yes.

Don't criticise your dad
and look at your flaws!

Leave the dead in peace!
-I don't give dad any credit!

Not one!

Well, yes, one:

him dying!

You're fucking bastard!

You're a rude bastard!

That's it, scream, scream!
When he came in, everyone shut up.

You need a psychiatrist!

You're saying it by threatening me
with a swimming pool filter?

You're sick!

Look,

now you have an excuse
to go to the hair dresser!

Spoilt child!

Why don't you go in the water,
Cosmo,

and drown with them?

You eat better than
my daughters, bastard.

Fucking dog.

Everything okay, boss?

I actually like Gloria.

So do I but if they split up,
do we end up in the streets?

Would you rather
come to live at my house?

I'm so fed up of my grandma!

I don't get why she's depressed!
It's very tiring!

How's work?

I hooked up with a client
in the parking lot.

Really?

Fuck.

Now I get why you take so long
to answer my texts.

How old was she?

30… Not more!

More.
-If the boss appeared, you're done.

I don't even know the boss!

I couldn't say no,
Bruno, she was too hot!

Want some?
-No, no.

What are you doing?

It's a ritual.

Let's celebrate our entrance
into university life.

You know that your thing
has a name, right?

What?
-Hooking up with dudes and girls.

Bisexuality.

I've come here as a friend.

Okay.

But if philosophy
is about asking questions,

why not start questioning yourself?

I've told you 1.000 times,
I don't want labels.

Alright,

but you should know
we were destined.

Is it funny to you?

Forget about destiny, Bruno.

We're in uni,
you do History and I do Philosophy,

I want to learn things,
meet people,

pass exams,
get a fucking scholarship

and end up being a Merlí.

That's what I know for sure:

I want to be like the person
that has shaped our life the most.

What are you doing?

I'm not going to have a swim.
-You're swimming with me now!

No.
-Of course you are!

Come on!

You're so hot, dude!

I'd eat your mouth and fuck you!

I'm getting you now, Pol Rubio.

Now a guy,

now a girl,

but just know that in the end,

all roads lead to Bruno Bergeron.

I'm here!