A fearful man hires a private investigator to find out if his wife cheated on him.

FADE IN: INT. BAR. NIGHT CLAIRE is on stage, singing on the trumpet in front of less than a dozen sleazy, drunken men. They constantly abuse her verbally, even though she's trying to sing over them. The bartender doesn't care and is also smoking a cigarette. A drunken customer goes to order a beer and the bartender drops ashtray from the cigarette straight in the beer. The drunkard doesn't notice. Claire finishes her song. Lights fade out. DRUNK #1 You suck, cunt. Go back to washin' dishes. DRUNK #2 Never heard such shit songs in my life. And I've been coming in this place for 40 years. Lights don't come back on. Claire quickly goes off the stage and heads toward the exit. She passes by a table and its native drunk pinches her butt, but she turns around and slaps him. Everyone is silent. Ashtray falls from the bartender's cigarette into a glass he was cleaning. She leaves the bar. CUT TO: INT. CLAIRE'S HOUSE. NIGHT Claire's sitting on her couch, in darkness. Her trumpet is beside her. CLAIRE I've had you for 10 years. We've been together through a lot of bad concerts, members and crowds. Maybe...