A murder and a future teller meet in a desert road. He, driving his chevrolet, a short-cut hair, a rosemary leaf held behind his ear, a yellow shirt of shiny satin. She, walking on the paved road, heavy red lipstick on, a flowery dress with a loose skirt, and red shoes matching the lipstick. He offers her a ride and, after hesitating for a moment, the two of them engage on a bizarr love affair, an outlaw love, where boredom many times gives way to tragedy, raising the agony of a holiday spent in the abyss. Agony originarily means a fighter who fights on the limit of his endurance.