It's three o'clock in the morning. After the funeral of Clarissa, her feminist mother, Irene-Iris has come back to her childhood home to wait for the arrival of the notary, who will read her mother's will to her and to her brother. As Irene-Iris waits, her maternal heritage erupts from deep within and comes out of her mouth in a wild stream of words. Pulled by the magnetic field of the bathroom, she confronts blood, fear, ideology, bruised flesh, and buried desire, as she awaits the unveiling at break of day.

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« IRENE-IRIS : "As per your mother's request, I ask you to present yourself at your family home, at break of day, the morning following the internment; at which time and place, I will meet you for the reading of your mother's will. Yours truly, Clinton Haasgard, notary." Break of day. What time is it? (Looks at her watch) Three o'clock. Mother died at three o'clock, we laid her in the earth at three o'clock, the egg salad sandwiches were ordered at three o'clock, I left the cemetery at three o'clock, I come here, look at my watch with its brand-new battery: three o'clock. Always three o'clock. It's either one of three things: either twelve hours passed between each of these steps, or time is unmoving, or time has stopped. »