Washed-up movie star Jack Palms is knee-deep in a Bay Area drug war... and it'll take the performance of a lifetime to get him through it alive.
In the three years since Jack Palms left Hollywood and kicked his drug habit, he's added fourteen pounds of muscle, read eighty-three books, and played it as straight as anyone could reasonably ask. But the residual checks are drying up, and the ascetic lifestyle's starting to wear thin, so Jack's happy to cash in on his former celebrity by showing some out-of-town high rollers around San Francisco's club scene.
Then people start turning up dead, and Jack realizes he's been playing tour guide to a pack of former KGB agents turned coke dealers. Soon he's got too many gunmen after him to count -- including a South American drug cartel, a mountain-sized Samoan enforcer, and a mobbed-up strip-club owner with an army of thugs. That's not to mention the gorgeous bartender who may be planning on shooting him in the back and the homicide cop who's just given Jack twenty-four hours to bring down the Bay Area's biggest drug dealer.
But the thing that scares Jack the most? He's starting to enjoy himself.