In the small hours of the morning, two elderly hookers return to their hovels. They are not tired from working; they are tired of not doing do. One has problems at home with her teenage daughter and her cross-dressing husband, the other with her loneliness. But that night they have a date to celebrate the victory in the ring of two wrestlers, twin dwarves in masks. At the hourly hotel, in order to rob the tiny men of their earnings, they drug them with eye drops. But the doses prove fatal. Scared and confused, they decide to hide from the police and run away together to live, as they always have, on Bleak Street.