There is a man and a woman, both are young. They love each other but they are not lovers, neither are they siblings.
There is another woman. She wishes the man dead.
There is a gunshot.
The man stands by a shattered window, weeping.
Another shot.
The man falls by the woman's side.
There is a third shot.
Outside, the revolver drops from the other woman's hand as she falls to the pavement.
There are three funerals. No one weeps.