We can barely see the house plunged into semi-darkness, from which Angela emerges. Mid-morning heat, early summer. The house looks big, there's a garden, a car parked in front of the door: it's one of those long American cars. Los Angeles, around West Hollywood. Angela gets in the car, starts the engine, starts. She is wearing a summer dress, she is in her thirties. She drives slowly.; follows the mass of cars traveling at a moderate pace. She takes the avenues that open up in front of her, then...