Merlí. Sapere Aude (2019–2021): Season 1, Episode 8 - El batalló sagrat de Tebes - full transcript

A big party in Rai's house brings some gifts to Minerva and Pol. Bolaño asks for professional help but Pol doesn't want her to stop teaching classes.

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How can it be?

You look like marble statues.

I'm asking you to reflect
on this subject.

Is it fair for Messi

to earn 5,000 times
more money than a professor?

It's not a complaint,
it's a question.

Maybe we'd have to ask ourselves

if they actually deserve it.

There we are.



"Deserve."

Aristotle once said

that justice is giving
everyone what they deserve.

Don't we deserve to earn more
as professors?

I think so,

because professors have
a big responsibility in society,

football players just entertain.

If all of you think like this kid,

you'll pass my class.

Come on, you talk,

I don't feel like working.

I don't get paid enough.

Footballers earn more
because they generate wealth.

Oh, very good.



So I don't generate wealth?

Sharing my wisdom with you

for you to have
a job in the future

and prevent world wars.

I don't get how I'm not
sponsored by a whiskey brand.

You're saying
Messi's talent isn't inspiring?

Rai, it's not the same.
-How is it not?

He got that far
thanks to his talent and effort.

Many people hate him
because he's rich. That's all.

True.

True.

In democratic societies,

where equal opportunities
technically exist,

even the smallest of privileges
aren't generally tolerated.

So, it's easy

for resentment
and comparison to build up.

Other's happiness
always stirs up jealousy.

For example,
I not only want to be happy,

I need others not to be.

I'm in the zone today.

Anyways,

do we have the life we deserve?

Is life fair?

I love her, but is it just me
or is she crazy?

I don't know,
she seemed drunk, right?

What? Not at all, man.

Attention! Don't leave.

I'm having a party
at my house this Saturday.

You're all invited.

Don't bring anything.

I'll pay for food,
an open bar, everything.

I hope you dress nicely,

with a touch of red and a bow tie.

Yeah right, a bow tie.

I'm not wearing a bow tie.

MERLÍ:
DARE TO KNOW

THE SACRED BATTLE OF THEBES

Looking handsome, huh?

Hello.
-Am I the last one here?

Sort of. Rai is the last.

The rich boy hasn't appeared yet.

Well… Oh, look.

The French-American coalition.

Hey, Pol, good evening.
-What's up? Good evening.

What's up?
-How are you?

Good, you?
-Very well.

It's so fun…
-Hey, pretty boy.

Oh, one moment.
-Okay.

Hello.

You came after all.

We weren't sure.
We don't know anyone.

The queen of the night
in Barcelona.

And Venezuela, love.

Give me a kiss, no?

Bruno.

I'm sure there's
more than 10 bedrooms.

Yes, it's crazy.

I've been in Rai's room
and it's spectacular.

Everything you break, you pay for.

Everyone to the garden!

Swimming pool!

Swimming pool!

There's catering.

How much do you think
all this costs?

I don't know, but it's really good.

We have to acknowledge
that croquettes

are the next food
the United States should make.

I like you, Amy.
-Thank you.

A lot of people say that.

And she's pretty.
-Yes.

So are you.

Here, sweetie.

Thank you.

Not saying anything?
Do I look handsome?

Yes, you look handsome.

Come, I have to tell you something.

Don't be offended, okay?

I don't know
your intentions for tonight.

None. We're at a party, right?

Exactly, I just want to have fun.

You understand, right?

Relax, I'm doing my own thing.

There are more interesting guys
than you here.

Now you're upset?

Fine. Bye!

What, did you fight with your ex?

He's not my ex.

Rai, it seems like Minerva
isn't coming to the party.

No. It's just
her grandma is very ill,

so she's not in the mood.

But she'll come, believe me.

I'm not going.

I already told Rai.

He told me your future
depends on this party.

I think he's being serious.

Tell Rai

I'll see him in class on Monday.

Wait! He has a gift for you.

A gift?

Either tell me or I won't go.

The woman's dead,

the flat's empty.

The flowers are still there.

They'll whither.

She was so invested in them…

Listen,

when you went out today,

did you buy something?

Oh, yes.

An anti-slip liquid for the shower.

At our age,

we can't risk breaking a hip.

But it's not even slippery.

Just in case.

Well, it's not just that.

Look, Gloria,

for me, the bed

has an expiration date.

What?

Just that,

maybe we could try

in the shower,

you know?

What?

Nothing.

We have to make every moment count.

Yes?

Oh.

Why did you come?

What do you mean? You called me.

Me?

Don't you remember?

Never mind, you can't read
or stand up straight.

Look at the kid.

You've come to insult me
in my own home?

No, I came to help
at your request.

I get here

and it seems like I'm a burden.

Sorry.

Excuse me, madam.

Come, sit down.

Sit, I'll get you a drink.

No, I don't want anything, thanks.

You won't make me

drink champagne
by myself, will you?

Maria, please.
-Or wine.

Red wine's better. Yes.
-Maria.

I have glasses of all colours.

I don't want anything to drink!

I don't care what you want!

I do whatever the fuck
I want in my house!

What are you doing, Maria?

Jesus.

Wait, wait.

Hold this! Put pressure on it.

What are you doing?

Don't call an ambulance.
-Hold it.

Shut the hell up. Hold it!
-Hang up.

No, I didn't vote for Trump.

Come on!

But don't you like guns?

You all have no idea
about American politics.

What goes on here
is the real drama.

Well, yeah…

I love American politics.

Super Tuesday,

the Ohio caucus.

Iowa.

Okay.
-What are "Super Tuesdays"?

Super Tuesday…

Look at those two flirting.

Hey,

is Ettiene handsome?

Yes.

Did you hook up?

You don't tell me anything!

Of course, your type

all recognise each other, right?

Why did you say "your type"?

I'm not gay.

Yeah,
but you like everything, right?

It's easy for you to know
when a guy likes guys.

Yes, that's why I noticed you.

Careful, careful.

Minerva.

Attention! Attention!

I have a very special gift
for Minerva.

Know where you can
shove the Argentina trip?

Up your ass, Rai.

Henry…

She wouldn't come
if I didn't tell her.

You think you can buy me?

Well, just calm down, Minerva.

You sent your Mexican chauffeur

and welcome me with
a free trip to Argentina?

It's incredible.

Spaniards think that
Latin Americans

will crawl on the floor
for 1,000 euros.

Boom!
-It's insulting.

You think I didn't consider it?

You gave me the idea
to visit my grandma?

Spaniards are so condescending.

Of course!
Since they discovered us…

Exactly.

They don't realise
we existed before they arrived.

And they forget
they had their own issues

and their own dictatorship.

Angel. Caracas.

Minerva. Buenos Aires.

I'll stay for a drink,

but I won't consider
any free trips.

And now she kisses him?

Fuck everything!

Wait.

Biel, wait.

What's wrong?

Fuck! Minerva
didn't accept his gift,

but then she kissed him.

How can everything
be so easy for some people?

Love, money, their studies…

The rich boy will pass everything
without studying

and I'll drop out.

Where's this coming from?

I'm not good at philosophy.

Why bother staying?

Come on, don't be nihilistic.

Don't you see? "Nihilistic."

What the fuck does that mean?

Rai also has his issues.

Yes, a 2,000 square meter issue.

And without moving a finger,
he gets the girl…

You like Minerva.

A little bit.

Pol,

I'm telling you

because you're my best friend
in class.

I can trust you.

And I envy your talent
for philosophy.

I don't get why
you're Rai's friend.

It makes me feel sick.

He's not even handsome. Look.

Look.

Look at these eyes: blue.

But she doesn't even notice.

You don't know how it feels
to be rejected.

Do you know where I am?

This is a psych ward.

You'll be
under observation for 24 hours.

What the fuck are they observing?

Are they pre-Socratic doctors
or what?

At least you have
your sense of humour.

You put me in here with loonies.

If you leave, I'll tell the doctors

or the police or whoever.

That's how you treat your mentor.

I earned my job myself,
I owe you nothing.

You don't even remember

my conversations with the last dean

to sell him on my best student.

We made a space for you
in the department

the day after
you got your doctorate.

Didn't I deserve it?

Tell me, because
I'd love to know if I didn't.

Yes, but I gave you the push.

And now you lock me in here

like a rat.

You can't teach like this.

You'll be put on leave.
I'll tell your students on Monday.

You're more like
Eva Harrington than ever.

Maria,

you're an alcoholic.

When you admit you need help,
you know where to find me.

Want to see my dick?

I'll cut it off, imbecile!

Have you seen Oti?

No, I haven't seen her in a while.

Hey, that guy,

Rai, the Catalan-Spaniard…

I don't know,
listening to him speak,

it's like he's a 20th-century
colony textile owner.

It's as if the rich guy
invites the poor

to eat chicken once a year.

But I have to admit the chicken

tastes very good.

Are you insinuating
I have to accept the gift?

You have to take advantage
of bursts of luck.

Angel, I don't want gifts.

I know,

but some trains only come by
once in a lifetime.

Oti?

Oti?

What are you doing?

Quiet, they'll hear you.
-Stop, dammit.

I felt like bathing
in a rich person bath.

Relax, I'll be down in a bit.

Go and don't tell Rai.
-Okay, okay.

Jesus, Oti…

You finished it.

It's cool, huh?

I'm going to accept your gift.

There's no need, Minerva.

But just as a loan.

I'll return every last cent.

Okay?

Aren't you going to say anything?

I just got very turned on.

But…

After what you said downstairs…

What?

If we hook up now,

it'll seem like
Spain wants to fuck Argentina.

I'll get on top

and Argentina will conquer Spain.

You can't find him?

Who?
-You're looking for Rai, right?

Yes. Of course,
because we're friends.

Right.

Fuck, Bruno, if I'd known…

You wouldn't have invited me.

Enough. I don't want problems.

I know where he is.

But it's better you don't go.

I told you not to.

You think I didn't know
they were together?

It's not their first time.

Okay, perfect.

You love that I saw that.

You wanted me to go and see it.

Thanks to your jealousy,
always haunting me.

Haunting you?
-Always behind me,

always picking on me, Bruno.

You only came to the party
to see me defeated.

You love that Minerva came
and now they're fucking.

Now you have me for yourself.

It's good you came here
to have fun.

You think you'll get something
from me like this?

Why do you want to provoke me?

Huh?

To be like your dad?

Your dad would be ashamed.

I went too far.

I was never in love with you.

The neighbour in that flat
is very kind, right?

Yes, why?

I'll be back.

Now!

Turn it on!

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

Are you stealing from me?

You really think you'll miss
two bottles of whiskey?

They're the most
expensive ones I own.

Go fuck yourself, Rai.

Here.

Keep your fucking bottles.

I'm sick of you
and your eccentricities.

I love that Minerva told you
to go fuck yourself in public,

you don't know
how much I enjoyed it.

You don't realise,
but everything you've set up,

your whole fucking life is obscene.

I want a party in the mansion?
I host one.

I want to fuck my aunt? I fuck her.

I want friends? I buy them.

You can't go.

It's time for the best part.

Who wants this vintage motorbike?
-Me!

Fucking hell.

Relax, relax, relax!

Whoever wants it must earn it.

Doing what?
-It's simple.

Look at the bottom of the pool.

There are a lot of stones.
Only one has the letter "M."

"M" for motorbike.

But you can only participate
if you go into the water

naked.

Come on, man.

What? He's already getting naked.

What are you doing?
You don't have a license.

Then I'll sell it.

Come on, it's fucking cold!

Fuck! It's really cold!
-Come on, Rai. Go!

Very well. Countdown: five,

four,

three,

two,

one… Go!

What you did wasn't very ethical.

Are you going to tell everyone
I rigged it?

You're a moron,
you went for my weakness.

Did you know
I had to sell my motorbike

to pay for electricity at my house?

And now you wave one in my face.

I have a lot of integrity,

you know that.

Pol, I'm not buying
your friendship.

We were already friends, right?

Stop! Stop in the name of love!

How can you accept this motorbike?

You! It's insulting.

It's also polite to accept a gift.

Why do you have those arms

and those pecs
like the Discobolus of Miron?

Why are you taking my bike?

Get on, Mr. Caracas,
before I change my mind.

Wait, I'll get my shirt.
Don't move.

No, no, wait.

Now we're the same.

Can I hold on?
-Of course.

But hold on properly. Like this.

Together, leading the way,

like two soldiers
in the sacred battle of Thebes.

What sacred battle?
What are you saying?

Step on it!

Vidal, I'm off for a week.

But I'll be back
to give the master's classes.

You're not
teaching the master's, Maria.

Oh, no?

Then who the fuck
is teaching the master's?

Stop clowning around,
it's pathetic.

Accuse me directly
of stealing your job.

Yes, I'm accusing you, thief.

I didn't steal anything.

Vidal doesn't want you.

He offered it to you, kid.

How many times
have you fucked that fascist?

Look, I won't give up
teaching master's classes

for my loyalty to an alcoholic

who takes flasks
of her potion to class.

When you have kids,
they'll resent you.

I can't stand you
for one more minute.

I'm asking to switch my office.

You deny the evidence,

you're acting stupid

and you're toxic.

Yes, fine, I have a problem.

What do you suggest, huh?

Apart from leaving me
without my lectures

and locking me up in a psych ward
with sexual deviants.

They told me about
a support group at the hospital.

"My name is Maria
and I'm an alcoholic"?

We're not in a village
in Minnesota.

I won't join groups of people

that are broken.

I still have a lot of dignity.
I have strong foundations.

Yes, leave.

Now you have what you wanted.

Your master's and your own office.

Don't ever treat me like a child.

I treat you like a sick person.

I'm leaving now
and if you'll allow me,

I'll slam the door.

Can I?

You're becoming more like me!

Okay, listen.

"A philosophical debate
ends with a shooting."

What?
-Let's see.

"In an Austrian bar
in the city of Feldkrich,

two women had a heated debate

over the life of
Ludwig Wittgenstein."

Wittgenstein.
-"The debate

was based on
the thinker's fortune,

since he gave it up
for a humble and simple life.

One of the women
pulled a gun out and shot twice.

The victim remains hospitalised
in critical condition."

I'm framing this.
-Make copies for everyone.

Hello.
-Hey.

Are you going to Argentina
to see your nan?

Yes. I accepted the gift
only as a loan.

How beautiful.

Your Rai always has his surprises.

My Rai?

No one is the property of anyone.

Have you had time
to clean up after the party?

I have to get the stones
out of the pool.

Who wants to help?

Pol and Minerva.
They're indebted to you.

You'll have them enslaved for life.

Good morning.

Where's Bolaño?

Calm down, please.

Anyone know
why there's no teacher's office

at this school?

Limited space?

There was a teacher's office,

but no one
cleaned the coffee filter.

We all let the space deteriorate

and now the teachers
have coffee at the bar.

I'm telling you this

for you to know that
although philosophy teachers

get gold medals
for reflecting on things,

we still having shameful attitudes.

We don't talk a lot
among the teachers.

For example,
I only have one friend,

Maria Bolaño.

She's on leave right now,

so I'll teach her classes for now.

I'd applaud, but I can't.

Weren't you on leave?

I'm perfectly fine mentally.

That's enough.

Right.

Or is it my job to build brick walls?

Maria…

Why don't you stay?

You can help me by writing
on the blackboard as I speak.

I'd do it myself
if I was left-handed.

No, thank you.

Voila!

Well, if it isn't
the future of philosophy.

Is everything okay?

What happened to your arm?

I tried to punch a pollster

and he defended himself
with an aluminium folder.

Why did you come over?

To tell you
I didn't like what you did.

It'd be nice if you stopped
making a scene in class.

You're not doing
yourself any favours.

Hold on, repeat that.

Repeat that,
because it's hilarious.

Are you telling me off, kid?

I came to tell you everyone
is starting to ask if you're okay.

People are talking.

Let them talk.

You think
we have enough trust for this?

How dare you talk to me like that?

I'm not a high school teacher,

I'm a professor.

Yes, but I happen
to have seen your tits.

And I picked you up
drunk at your house.

So, yes, we have trust.

And that gives you the right
to lecture me, you brat?

You were the one
who didn't grade my exam,

who did the folder exercise,
who's spent the year…

Again with the folder exercise?

Have you been drinking, Maria?

No. I can't open the bottle.

There you go.

If you have one more sip,
your leave will last years.

And I'll have to give up
your classes.

Oh, how beautiful.

Just so you know, my golden years

as a teacher are over.

I'm tired now.

I had energy before, not anymore.

I'm sorry,

but I'm not your Merlí.
-Fuck that.

Of course you are.

I've known since the first day
you came to class joking.

You are,
because I get up every morning

excited to come to uni.

Because with you, I'm certain
I'll teach what I learn from you.

Don't you realise?

That's why you have
to take care of yourself.

I already lost a teacher once.

Less than a minute.

Because you distracted me.

Know what I thought of down there?

What?

I'd live
with you and Minerva in this house.

Oh really?
-Yes.

Not bad. A student flat.

Why did you give me the motorbike?

For the first time,
I can choose what I want,

what I'm doing, what I'm studying,

and give away whatever I want.

And choose my friends.

I must want to be your friend too.

It's a two-way street.

Haven't you proved
we're friends already?

I've proved more than that.

And knowing what I want,

you give me a bike,
you invite me to your home.

Distancing yourself
would be more normal.

Yes, it got out of hand,
but I didn't know you'd like me.

You know what?

2,500 years ago,
we would have fought together

at the sacred battle of Thebes.

It was an army
made up of 150 pairs.

They were warriors.

They gave their all in battle
as they were friends and lovers.

The bravest.

Wow. I love it.

I love it. It's brutal.

Where did you get that from?

I love to read ancient history.

What if one warrior failed another?

Imagine one soldier

defends another poorly
and the other is mortally wounded.

What happens?

He'd give him a goodbye kiss.

But we're not in Thebes
2,000 years ago.

No, of course not.

I know you like to give gifts,

but I don't want a consolation prize.

You get it, right, Casamiquela?

I get it, Rubio.

Hey,

what's with the motorbike you just got?

Care to explain?

Well,

I have a motorbike again.

Let's say it fell from the sky.

Right.

You found a magic lamp,

cleaned it and the genie came out.

Rai.

It's almost insulting.

But if it's a gift…

Can you imagine
the feeling of being rich

and being able
to give people gifts?

Rai gifts bikes,
but you water geraniums, Dad.

Generosity knows no class.

Everyone does what they can.

Are you…

Are you…

a couple? What's the deal?

It's best if I don't spend
a lot of time with him.

I can't tell you much about men,

but I think that in the end,

I imagine it must be

the same as with women.

Right?

Not exactly the same,
because we don't have

the same thing between our legs.

Sorry, it's a joke. It's a joke.
-No…

I love you telling me these things.

We haven't talked much,
have we, Dad?

No.

Little by little.

There's no need to talk
about everything in one go.