01x02 - Episode 2

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Come on, let's get your mother.

I'm doing my homework.

This is for adults, Pableras.

- Isn't the talking car show on?
- It was on already.

Then let's take a spin in the real KITT.

All that's different is the color.
Otherwise, it's the spitting image.

- I'd rather walk.
- Walk?

You're too young to see the freedom
and independence a car gives you.

Go on, go.

You'll see when you turn 18
and run to the driving school.

- I prefer the bus.
- The bus?

The bus has timetables, son.

It has delays, it doesn't come
sometimes and leaves you stranded.

And you can take your car
whenever and wherever you want.

I can read on the bus and I get carsick.

Why do you want to read
if you're in KITT?

KITT, how are you?

Great. I see you're in
fine company today.

Yes, Pableras is here.
He says you're not that fantastic.

I reach a speed of 250 km/h.

I drive by myself.

And as you can see, Pablo,
I talk as well.

KITT, take us to pick up Pablo's mother,

she's doing the shopping
and she's loaded down.

Of course.

Come on, foot down, foot down.

Do you realize that the expressions
"downhill" and "uphill"

are both bad?

One could be good, I'd say.

No, they're both bad.

To you this hill is an uphill battle.

But the opposite is to master it.

To go up without the car stalling.

The opposite isn't a downhill ride.

Language is so capricious, professor.

Go on, first.

Find the vibrato. Vibrato.

Lift it up, up, up. Help...

Okay, "it's fine, we've got Arconada".

Start her up again. Go.

- Let's go.
- Why the f*ck are they honking?

You focus on your car.

- Start her up.
- It's a driving school car.

Start her up. Take no notice.

Let's go. Start her up.

Alright, first. Now we go
to the vibrato and I'll help you.

Go on, go on. Up, up. That's it.

That's it. There.
Easy and for the whole family.

Now that we're on
the chapter about hills...

Do you know how to go
down a hill and with snow?

No.

In a sled.

In a sled, sure.

In a sled, because otherwise...

I DON'T LIKE DRIVING

Pablo, don't go.

You have to tell me
the classes for next week.

Next week... I'll call you.

I'll call you.

What's up with the professor?

I don't know, but I get the idea
he's not coming back.

That hill gets him down.

But he'll be back, Elisita, you'll see.
He'll be back.

Hills are a climb for him.

Lopetegui!

Relay!

How are the classes going?

- So-so.
- Aren't they expensive?

I'll only be able to afford
a few more of them.

Just as well Lucía teaches me
on the sly, otherwise...

- Don't tell Lorenzo.
- Relax, you know what Lorenzo's like.

I don't speak in his classes,
only he does.

He really likes chewing the fat.

- Chewing the fat?
- Yes, gabbing.

No, I know, I know what it is.

It's been 30 years since I heard
"chew the fat".

I say it a lot.

Hey, if you fancy coming one day
to practice with the car,

we do it in the carpark near college.

No. Did you find my book for class?

Yes, in the end
I bought it on the Internet.

- But there were two.
- Two what?

Two books, this one, but a novel too

called "The Chances of the Living",
from yonks ago.

- Is it yours?
- No.

There are lots of people with my surname.

And they write books
and are called Pablo.

Yes, fewer of them. But there are, yes.

So it's not your novel.

Then I won't buy it.

- Good, it's awful.
- How do you know?

I didn't write it, but I've read it.

Lorenzo's waiting for you.
You'll be late, Yolanda. Go on.

My Internet's not working at home.

Shouldn't you warn me before coming?

I called, but you must've been
in the driving class.

- How are you?
- No, you didn't call me.

Yes, you did call me.

Twice.

Do you mind?

- No.
- Then...?

Iria, we were going to
stop doing these things.

Remember I put a wedge
in this table so that this...

wasn't so annoying?

- Are you staying for lunch?
- Can we do that?

If you cook, yes.

Don't you have a plan?

People who split up have plans,
they go partying...

You split up too, and here you are.

I have a plan for later.

My friends were your friends,
naturally they chose you.

Well, make some new friends.

I'm too old for that.

The driving school. At that age
they make friends in those places.

In yoga classes, pottery classes,
at the driving school.

The driving school is a bummer.

They're all kids,
they're like my students.

- There are teachers. Your teacher?
- My teacher is crazy.

He's unbearable, he talks
constantly with set phrases.

For example?

For example, he says "nervouth"
instead of "nervous", I swear.

Nervouth.

"Easy and for the whole family".

- "Step on the c*ck".
- The c*ck?

He must be good at least.

He can't be that good
because I drive like sh*t.

It's the clutch, it gets me down.

That's the c*ck: the clutch.
He calls it the c*ck.

- Why?
- Because you have to step on it.

Any idiot with a high school diploma

can learn to drive in a week.

And you, with a doctorate in
Medieval Literature, can't.

It's a matter of millimeters,
millimeters.

I think it's easier to drive well
if you're an idiot.

I really think that.

Maybe a little humility helps too.

I think I'm going to
leave the driving school.

And your father's car?

I don't like driving. I'm not good at it.

But you'll start it up
now and then, right?

Otherwise the battery dies
and you're left without a car.

Remember a show we saw on TV years ago,

a car show?

It totally traumatized me.

They showed a car crashing into a rock.

They showed it from different angles,

again and again, again and again, no?

No.

But you didn't get your license
as a young man

because you thought you wouldn't
need it, not because of a trauma.

You thought you'd be rich,
famous and have a driver.

I'm not rich and famous,
but I do have a driver.

- Who?
- You.

That perk is on its way out.

Don't steal my food!

What's wrong?

Alright, try it now.

It was the battery.

Of course it was the battery.

- Thanks a lot, that's it, Ramón.
- No, it's not.

When are you thinking of
getting your driver's license?

- I'm working on it.
- You'd better pass soon.

A car this old,
if you don't drive it, it dies.

Cars are for driving,
not for keeping in a garage.

Why not sell it and forget about it?

Let it be someone else's problem.

Thanks for the battery, Ramón.

Lopetegui!

Lopetegui!

Lopetegui!

We're meeting up today
after class. You coming?

No. I don't know.

Come on, it'll be fun.

- Ciao, Manuela.
- See you later.

It's not what it looks like.

I don't meet up with
my students after class.

And besides, it wouldn't be
to party, it's something else.

Yoli's in my class, she's nice.

Yes, nice, and I call her
Yolanda, not Yoli.

I don't have that kind of familiarity.

What do you teach her?

I teach her 15th Century Literature. You?

Grammar.

I teach her Grammar.

Sorry, I don't know all
the professors in the faculty.

- Have you not been teaching long?
- No, 15 years.

But I'm not very sociable.

This is disgusting.

Don't you get the impression
that Yolanda speaks strangely?

Strangely? How?

She uses very obscure words.

Do girls her age talk like that?

I think her father's famous,
maybe it's because of that.

She speaks strangely
because her father's famous?

You have a class full of girls her age.

How do the others speak?

I don't know,
I never let them speak in class.

And if they have a question?

I don't like them interrupting me.

Bye.

- Lopetegui, you came!
- What's up, Lopetegui?

Is what you're doing legal?

C'mon, didn't your father take you
to a carpark as a kid to drive?

I have a very specific question.

Then I'll let you go on with
your "2 Fast, 2 Furious" thing.

How can I get a car
to not stall on a hill?

Okay, that's easy.
You put the clutch half down

and when you hear that it wants to move,

you play with it until you notice...

Lorenzo told me that and it doesn't work.

You want a trick.

Put on the handbrake.

Lopetegui, it's a trick.

In tricks, you have to do strange things.

Don't do it with Lorenzo
or he'll get a syncope.

Who taught you to speak like that?

- Your father the famous guy?
- You know who my father is?

I don't know who he is,
only that he's famous.

- Is he a language academic?
- Focus on this, Lopetegui.

Put it in first... and do the earwig.

The "earwig"?

The earwig, Lopetegui, the earwig.

You lift the clutch, hit the accelerator

and play with that.

And when you notice that
the car wants to go,

you take off the handbrake.

Watch the accelerator,
don't sh**t off like a m*ssile.

- This is ready to go, right?
- I take off the handbrake...

- That's it.
- You've got it, Lopetegui!

"Easy and for the whole family".

Hello, Elisa. How are you? It's Pablo.

Does Lorenzo have an hour free tomorrow?

Okay, put me down.

I don't know if I told you

that I don't consider myself
a simple driving school instructor.

Right, you're an educator.

That's right.

I'm an educator, that's right.

I do my utmost for my students.

I've even had sleepless nights
if my student doesn't pass the test,

I put myself in their place.

If only there was a word
to describe that.

Putting yourself in someone's place,
feeling what they feel.

If only there was, but no.

Empathy.

Eh?

Empathy. The word is "empathy".

You sure can tell you're
an educator like me, professor.

I was so happy when Elisa
told me you were coming back.

We thought you were going to
throw in the towel,

but no, here you are.

That's why today we're not
going to force the gadgetry.

Today we're having
a quiet class, no surprises.

- Flat.
- No, no, no.

I want to do the hill.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure, I want to do the hill.

You're bold today, eh, professor?

I like it.

Start her up, step on that c*ck,

and let's go.

Careful, careful. Stop.

Brake, brake. Watch the lady.

Right. The time has come. Now relax.

I am relaxed.

If you're relaxed,
I'm right to say "relax",

or you get "nervouth". Right, go.

Find the vibrato for me.
The key is the vibr...

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What...?

Have some self-respect
and take that handbrake off now.

No! Please! Please!

No, professor, not you.
Don't do this to me.

Not you, not you.

The handbrake trick.

The handbrake...

You're blocking the road.

My God, what a shame!

What a shame! A terrible shame!

What's wrong?

Did the handbrake break?

No, it didn't break, he broke it.

He tried the hill start trick
and now it's all gone sour.

You didn't you do the earwag?

Of course I did,
and it's "earwig", not "earwag".

No, Pablo, please.

Don't you dare correct this lady,

you're a big professor, but now
you don't give lessons to anyone.

- So you can't move.
- The car's dead!

How can we? What's worse,
something else is dead.

Our empathy.

Don't worry, we're not moving
from here without a tow truck.

You're bringing it, aren't you?
I hope so.

Don't forget, you crook.

Well, see you later.

You know who Yoli is?

She's a student of yours at college,
I teach her too.

Yes, I know who she is.

Yoli has several theories about
why you're getting your license.

You're having a child,
you're moving to the outskirts,

the typical reasons one gets
the license so old.

I tell her that

you don't a reason to get
a driver's license.

Do you spend the whole class
talking about me, or what?

We have time for everything,
to learn how to park, talk about you,

to not put the handbrake on
for a hill start...

She also told me you wrote a novel.

I told her it wasn't mine,
but it is mine.

I wrote it many years ago.

What, are you embarrassed?
Was it that bad?

The publishers said it was
going to be a bestseller,

and not a normal bestseller,
one of those that...

sells lots of copies
wins prizes, gains prestige...

- Like "Homeland".
- Yes, like "Homeland".

But without ETA, I guess.

- No, sure, ETA's not in it.
- You see?

They were going splurge on publicity,
we were going to k*ll it at the Book Fair,

then "The Sixth Sense" came out.

And?

In my novel, the twist was that
the protagonist didn't know he was dead.

Hey, like Bruce Willis.

That's what everyone said:
"Hey, just like Bruce Willis".

I hadn't seen the film.

I'd spent years working on the novel.

The film came out
two months before my book

and, of course, everyone thought
I'd copied the idea.

Well, I'm sure the novel had
good things apart from that.

It didn't matter anymore.

Not even my family read it.

I went to my dad's house for lunch

and they'd wedged the copy I gave him

under the dining room table.

That f*cking "Sixth Sense" kid!

He's really gotten fat,
and he was so cute as a kid...

Now he's all roly-poly.

Yolanda, would you mind
staying for a minute?

Yes.

Look, I'd like you
to get this to your father.

It's my latest book,
I'm publishing it in a few months.

It'd be an honor if
your father wrote the prologue.

I don't know if he'll be able to.

He's very busy, he always is.

I understand, but it'd mean a lot to me.

And Arturo Macías writing
the prologue would help...

the book to sell more, of course.

I'll tell him and see what he says.

I don't need to tell you
that there'd be compensation.

My father does it by choice,
he never charges for things like this.

No, I mean your grade in this subject.

Right.

I'll try.

Thanks a lot, Yolanda.

Ciao.

What the hell is going on?

Pump your brakes, it was just bad luck.

Is this the student or his dad?
How old is he?

Talk to me, Mariano, talk to me.

There's nothing to talk about.

He pays to fix the car
and he's expelled from the school.

The usual in these cases.

It wasn't him,

It was me.

What? Lorenzo, don't sh*t me.

You did the trick? I don't believe it.

I did the trick to show him
that you never should do it.

Lorenzo, I tell you this with
all the affection in the world.

This "educator" thing
is getting out of hand.

Teach normally, with your
usual blather, but normally.

Got it?

- Don't you have a class now?
- Yes.

Then take my car
and go to the driving school.

To top it off you'll make me lose money.

You drive.

Get in the car.

Put the belt on and start her up.

Let's go.

But this isn't a practice car.
You can't help with the pedals.

If you don't go up this hill alone,
I'm not a teacher, an educator, nothing.

sh*t is what I am.

So get up this hill
without the car stalling.

- Lorenzo...
- Let's go.

Turn the truck around. sh*t!
The other way...

Vibrato, vibrato, up... Go, foot down.

Foot down. You can do it.
That's it, that's it.

Holy sh*t! Easy and for the whole family.

He can't drive my car! f*cking hell!

Hey, Lorenzo.

Do you remember a program
on TV many years ago?

One about cars which was all accidents.

- The Second Chance.
- That's it!

But it wasn't about accidents.

It was about teaching people
to drive safely.

I became and educator
because of that program.

THE SECOND CHANCE

José María was given today

a heap of a car,
you drive without your hands.

It has little lights and cosmic sounds

and a robotic voice,
like it came from Badajoz.

José María, lad,

I'm the car you're talking about.

My name is KITT.

KITT, the amazing car.

I was designed and souped up
especially for you

in Calzadilla de los Barros,
the province of Badajoz.

But my Josema is in love,

in love with cars from the past.

But her Josema is in love,

in love with cars from the past.

José María has christened the car,

a short, simple name to his liking.

José María called the car KITT, and in...