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They complained about

the state of the office.

That's not true.

I go over it all...

Shut up!

They're pretty angry.

They wanted to speak to the agency.

But I told them to wait.

I'd talk to you.

Mum, I swear...

Just shut it!

I've f***ing had it!

I'm really sorry.

That's what they told me.

I'll clean with him today.

And Csar...

Thanks.

Think nothing of it.

Hello?

Hi, baby.

I've already had dinner.

No, I sleep well.

But then it's a real effort to wake up.

And I spend all day feeling groggy.

Yeah, text messages all day,

a couple of emails and letters.

Yeah, I've talked

to the police again.

It seems the emails

are sent from cyber cafs.

So they can't do much.

They said I shouldn't worry.

Probably just some nut

who doesn't even know me.

I dropped my papers...

Oh, I feel dizzy...

No, I'm fine. It was nothing.

You and doctors!

Yes, he said it's stress.

And I should take it easy.

Yes, of course.

If I tell my boss

I'm going to see you in San Francisco,

he'll have a heart attack!

Ah, I found my watch.

It must have fallen down the sink

and the concierge wrecked it

with drain cleaner...

You're so cruel!

No, poor guy.

He didn't know.

He even left me a note.

Okay.

Night night.

I love you.

I think it's time we got serious.

WEDNESDAY:

What's this?

Morning.

Morning.

How are you feeling today?

Better.

Doesn't look like it.

Hell, Csar!

You know how to treat a woman,

don't you?

With the time I've spent

in front of the mirror...

But you're right.

Too much make-up, no?

No... just that rash

doesn't look too good.

It'll get better.

Gordi! Yes, yes, of course...

THURSDAY:

Dear Clara, I thlnk It's time

to stop foollng around.

I thought you'd have guessed

who I was by now.

You've no Idea how sad It

makes me that you've forgotten.

Because I've been thlnklng

about you all these years.

I went to the dermatologist.

It's an allergy.

He gave me a pill

and it should be gone in a few days.

I've olten followed you

to the metro.

I was so close

I could even smell you.

You stank of make-up.

And lately you aren't

looklng good.

You look fucklng slck.

Morning, Miss Clara.

Morning. Sorry.

Ciao.

In a hurry, isn't she?

The truth is I don't know

how she stands it.

Maybe she's a little bit like you.

A nut who finds vlctims

at random, eh?

Here we go Clara.

Here we go...

MONDAY:

Csar, you have to help me!

Come with me.

My apartment's full of bugs.

The bedroom...

It's that way, Csar.

Where?

At the end of the hall.

Cockroaches.

You stay there, alright?

Hurry up, please, Csar.

Are you there?

Yes!

In the wardrobe. Grab me a dress.

Which one?

The grey one.

There are two.

The first one you see.

Shake it out well, please.

Got it.

And shoes, the brown ones.

Dark brown?

No, no, no!

So light brown?

Hurry, please!

Thanks. Hurry.

And my bag, shake it, please.

It looks like you've got

quite an infestation.

It's so disgusting, Csar!

And to think I was sleeping in there!

Sh*t.

Maybe you bought some rotten fruit

and there were eggs inside.

These bugs breed in a few days.

Gross! Eggs...

So what should I do?

Well, fumigate.

You'll have to clean

the whole apartment.

They breed so quickly.

And could you fumigate it?

Yes? Great!

Meanwhile, I'll stay at Mum's.

No, but I think you should stay.

Stay here? No chance!

You saw what it was like.

No, but I'll have to throw out

a lot of stuff.

It's better for you to stay.

Doesn't matter.

If something has to be thrown out...

just call me.

Anyway, it was time

for a spring clean.

I'm serious. I need...

What do I do with your clothes?

My clothes? Fumigate them.

Put them in a bag,

and I'll take them to the cleaner's.

What have you done, Csar?

What's up?

I've got a bug infestation

in my apartment.

Eggs and everything.

You should go back to the doctor's.

It doesn't look good.

Ah no, it's going now.

You should have seen it before.

The cream seems to be working.

I've been having a run

of bad luck lately...

Let's hope it ends soon.

Is he still harassing you?

What?

That nutter...

the one who's sending you messages.

How do you know about that?

I think you told Vernica...

You know her.

Yes, he's still harassing me.

She said you knew him...

a friend of yours or something.

Ah no, it was false alarm.

The police investigated.

My friend's been living in Geneva

for years.

Whoever it is uses a prepaid

phone so they can't trace him.

But the police located the signal

or whatever and...

He's sending them from here.

What do you mean here?

Someone in the building.

That's how he knows me.

But he doesn't know they know.

So while he keeps sending messages,

they can tighten the net around him.

So sooner or later they'll get him.

Because he isn't going

to stop today, is he?

I doubt it.

Here, my number.

Once it's fumigated, call me.

Yes, don't worry.

Things are getting complicated.

I think I've taken things too far.

You know I'd never gone

this far with anybody.

Because I was so hopeful.

For the first time

I had a reason to live.

I haven't been up

to the roof for days.

And I hadn't even realised.

And all this for what?

For that b*tch to keep smiling

every day like nothing's happened.

Happy.

And me back to square one.

So those are reasons enough,

aren't they?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

You'd love that.

To get rid of the piece of sh*t

you gave birth to.

But no.

Not yet.

First, I'll wipe the smile off

that b*tch's face.

Whatever it takes.

Oh, what have we got here...

What a waste of space you are.

And it isn't just me who thinks that.

I've got your references.

It seems you don't last long

in any job.

Three and a half months,

Balmes 53...

One month, Aribau 14...

One month!

Odd, isn't it?

What I'm saying

is you should start looking again.

Because you... here...

WEDNESDAY:

Afternoon.

Is there a problem?

Can we have a word, please?

Yes.

You can't do this.

We won't be long.

The IP matches...

They were sent from here.

Yesterday at 8:
18, Tuesday at 8:24...

That's impossible.

Nobody's here at that time.

Anyone else have access

to the office?

That's the time

when they're cleaning.

Apparently he helps his mother,

but judging

from the neighbours'complaints...

Well, now we know what

he was really doing.

Hello?

Miss Clara, it's Csar.

HI Csar.

How's It golng?

Good.

I'm calling to tell you

I finished fumigating.

It's all clean...

Problem solved.

Great...

I can't walt to get home.

You heard about the cleaner's son?

Yes, I know.

So, come home whenever you want.

I took the liberty

of cleaning up a bit.

There was no need. Really.

But thanks anyway.

So I'll be back tonlght.

Yes.

Thanks for everythlng, Csar.

Think nothing of it.

I'm ready.

I can't wait!

I've still got some marks,

on my back.

I'll shut my eyes.

You're so silly!

What's that smell?

Shush!

Sh*t.

THURSDAY:

When you get up,

I need you to help put

that cream on my back.

Come back to bed, Mimi.

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