The interior of an apartment. Doors. Window. Furniture. A man is desperately knocking on the bathroom door.

He: Antonia!... Don't do anything crazy!... Come out of there!... Talk to me!... What are you going to do?... Listen... you might be right... I... I'm to blame for everything... But come out... please... Open the door... Let's talk like human beings!... Why do you make everything a tragedy? I don't understand! Oh, my God! How is it possible that we can't solve our problems with reason?

(He bends down and looks through the keyhole.) What are you doing in there now? Are you crazy? A crazy one, an unconscious one! That's what you are!

(On the side, in the foreground, a small spotlight lights up a woman, while the rest of the scene remains in dim light.)

She: The crazy and unconscious one, locked in the bathroom, is me. (Spotlight on Him.) The other one, the one who is screaming and begging me not to make a fuss, is my husband...

He: Antonia! Please come out!

She: This isn't the first time I've gone ballistic, I've lost my mind and swallowed a cocktail of various pills: “Mogadon,” “Feminol,” “Veronal,” “Metadon,” “Chimbaltzin,” and two suppositories of “Nizidin” broken into pieces!...

He: Antonia! Antonia!

She: All from the mouth! Indeed! One go!

He: Say something, for God's sake!