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No, come on.

I'm so happy.

Lately I've been waking up fine again.

Maybe that's all it was,

I needed you here.

And for that guy

to stop screwing with you.

Yeah, that too.

The cleaner... What a nerve.

And while he was working

with his mother.

I don't want to talk

about that, baby.

It's over.

Mimi?

What are these things?

What things?

Under the bed.

Wait, I can't hear you.

There's a sports bag here...

What is all this stuff?

No idea. It isn't mine.

What do you mean?

It's not yours?

No, how strange.

Strange no, Mimi.

There'll be an explanation?

The concierge was here fumigating.

It'll be his.

And he left his stuff under your bed?

What is this?

Looks like a diary.

And that key?

Marcos...

What's the matter?

Are you dizzy?

Here.

Wait, have another pillow.

You're not better yet.

I don't care what the doctor says.

I'm really worried.

I'm feeling OK now.

Sure?

Yes.

I'm even hungry.

That's a good sign.

I love you.

I'll fix breakfast. Okay?

What do you fancy?

Juice.

Which kind?

Orange and banana.

No, kiwi.

There's nothing in the fridge, Mimi...

Ah, that's right.

What'll we do?

Well, let's go out for breakfast.

OK. And we'll get some shopping.

Milk...

...and cereal.

Nutella...

What?

Nutella.

Milk, cereal...

Bread...

Oranges...

Let's go downstairs for a coffee.

No.

They charge you 4 euros just for

writing your name on the cup.

You're so stingy!

You make up any name you want.

You could be...

Get in the shower, I'm starving.

Why don't we shower together?

And if we go back to bed?

Why do we have to get up?

Because we have things to do.

What things?

You can't spend all day in bed.

The first morning I'm feeling fine.

We could go away for a few days.

Where to?

I don't know... away.

We could stay at home and relax.

We'll rent some movies.

Yeah, and you fall asleep

in ten seconds.

OK, but before we're going

to the doctor's.

I'm serious.

What's the matter?

What are you doing here?

Who the f*** are you?

How did you get in?

What are YOU doing here?

This isn't your apartment...

I'll ring the police.

I'm warning you.

He's the concierge.

Miss Clara, you're here.

Csar, what are you doing here?

I'm really sorry.

I wanted to tell you this morning.

But I didn't see you.

I left my fumigation gear

in the bedroom...

What's worse,

Miss Vernica's keys are there.

God!

You scared us to death!

I'm really sorry.

You can't just come into people's

apartments without permission.

Sorry. But Miss Vernica

was asking for her keys...

And I didn't want to admit

I'd lost them.

They could sack me.

Relax, they're here.

I'll get them, okay?

Are you here for a while?

Do you use a saw

to fumigate insects?

No.

Why are you wet?

There was a burst pipe...

A total disaster.

Thank you so much.

You're looking a lot better.

Yes, these few days away

have been good.

Thank you, Miss Clara.

I'm really sorry.

By the way, Csar,

how much do

I owe you for fumigating?

Nothing.

You don't owe me anything.

Just don't say anything

about the keys and we're even.

Don't worry about that.

But I'll pay for your work.

We're square.

Thank you.

And welcome back.

To you too.

And sorry again.

You've really made it

easy for me.

Today you've beaten

your own record.

This is your letter of dismissal.

You've got 15 days

to vacate the flat.

You can appeal,

but I don't advise it.

Are you sure you're alright?

Yes, don't worry,

I'll find something.

I don't know

what's come over them.

Because they also sacked

the cleaning lady.

She'd been with us for years.

Know that my babies and

I have absolutely

no complaints about you.

Quite the contrary.

You know that, don't you?

Oh Csar,

we're going to miss you.

And if you're going out

with your girl, don't worry.

Put it in the fridge and eat it

tomorrow, or the next day.

It keeps well.

You're very good Miss Vernica.

No.

I don't understand

why you're single.

No kids and no partner,

and it'll just get harder.

You're old.

And you'll get older.

It's a shame you have

to waste away in that apartment.

Because the dogs help, of course.

But we know they aren't children.

Just mutts.

Let's not kid ourselves.

Because I see.

I spend hours here.

The neighbours talk...

I realise.

They pretend to listen to you...

But it's pity.

Really, they couldn't care less.

So don't trust them.

Believe me.

You're past it.

And terribly alone.

And believe me...

there's no remedy for that.

Thanks for the stew.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello, Vernica!

I'm off again.

But just for the weekend.

Are you feeling all right?

Sure?

Hello, Csar.

Are you going for long?

No, just four days, until Sunday.

Come on Clara.

The doctor's is at 6.

Where are you off to?

Away.

Have a good weekend, Csar.

Hello, Csar.

I'd just like to thank

you for the programme.

You've helped me a lot.

So tell us, what Is It that stops you

from belng happy?

That's exactly my problem.

I can't be happy.

I never have been.

I thlnk I was born without

that capaclty.

Llke belng born bllnd or deaf.

But even worse...

You can't lmaglne what It Is to wake up

every mornlng with no motivation.

The effort I have to make not

to let It all go to hell.

And the only thlng that helps me

Is that others are unhappy too.

And belleve me

I glve It my best shot.

My very best.

That's why I want to thank you

for what you do.

You've helped me a lot.

Really.

But It doesn't matter anymore.

I don't see

why you're so worked up.

What do you want me to do?

Throw myself out the window?

How do you expect me to react?

How?

By trusting me, for example.

Mimi...

Can we try to talk like grown ups?

I swear I'm trying to.

I know, darling.

But I haven't seen you for...

six weeks.

And we always use a condom.

Always!

I've got a right

to be surprised at least.

Surprised, yes. So am I!

It's one thing to be surprised,

but to insinuate...

No.

I'm not insinuating anything.

I'm just saying it seems

a little strange, that's all.

You heard the doctor.

It can happen.

You are only 4 weeks pregnant.

But the doctor said! F***!

It's technically possible.

Yes... technically.

Go to Hell!

Leave me alone, please...

Our affair is starting to bear fruit,

eh Clara?

Maybe I haven't done such

a bad job after all.

It's a pity our time

is running out...

FRIDAY:

Hi.

I asked for you at the desk

and they told me you'd be here...

What's up?

It seems like Clara's still got

some bugs.

You might have

to spray the place again.

Could you take a look...

if you don't mind?

Yes.

Hang on.

Come in.

I can't see anything.

No?

Look closely.

Maybe in the bedroom.

And Miss Clara?

She isn't here.

Don't worry about her.

What's that?

What the f*** is all that?

What is it?

How long have you been

coming in here?

How long have you been

coming in here?

Five weeks.

Five weeks. What?

Clara doesn't mind.

Clara doesn't know anything!

What did you do to her?

I kept her company, not like you.

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