Estacionamiento

Aren't you going to tell me where we're going?

Is there another surprise?

I know, we're going to the clinic.

PARKING LOT

On that corner, all the judges park with some old folks around 60.

And they have sex like they're teenagers.

Like they're not even married?

And you spy on them, doctor?

What else do I need to know about you, doctor?

What did you think?

That I'd get turned on watching the old folks?

What a weird way to spend our first day engaged, right?

Is there anything else?

No, I've got nothing to hide.

Stop, wait.

What's wrong?

Don't you like the old folks watching?

No, someone's there.

It must be them.

They felt intruded-upon and left.

Because they didn't like what they saw.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

You don't like me anymore because we're going to be Mr. and Mrs.?

No, no, stop, that's enough.

Let's go back.

To the clinic?

Come on.

Let's go down the ramp, Mariela.

But the exit's up there.

- There's no exit up there. - And how do you know?

You can only go down.

What is this?

Is this part of the game?

I'm starting to like the surprise.

No signal?

No, we must be really far down.

Alright, let's go back.

Where to? It doesn't make sense.

And going further down does? Where do you want to go?

I don't know, but everything works backwards.

Now everything works backwards?

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

Look, ever since we got here, everything's working backwards.

What is it?

A love letter?

No, it's a bill.

Oh, and whose name is it under?

No one's.