Morning after, a woman wakes sick from a drunken night and a man—Yves—hands her honey water and tells her to step aside. He scolds her for coming home late and for the kind of job she takes; she defends herself, saying she goes where the money is and that pride won't feed her. He warns it's dangerous and reminds her they're linked only by an insurance policy and that after two years they'll have nothing to do with each other. She asks if he finished her work. He snaps, "Don't flatter yourself," leaving their fragile, contractual arrangement unresolved.