During a rainy night, in the streets of what used to be the Federal District, Bartolo, a sad young man, boards an old and peculiar taxi, inside which he claims to have been left by his wife for another man, to which the driver, Damián, responds by inviting him for some drinks in a very charming and familiar little place where he was already headed anyway. After a couple of hours and another of caguamas, amid confessions and smoke, Bartolo will end up sealing his fate by being taken to the hellish destiny he deserves.

"Nothing's for free, boy."