After serving his time in a California pen for almost beating a man to death, ex-marine, ex-bodyguard, and ex-con bartender Jimmy Boone is content to sling drinks for tourists in a Hollywood bar and stay on the straight and narrow. But when he reluctantly agrees to play "white boy"--pose as a police officer--so his bouncer pal Robo can convince a potential client that the moonlighting "investigative" services he's peddling are legit, things soon get out of hand. Seems the client's grandson, an illegal Guatemalan immigrant, was discovered dead from untreated dog bites on a downtown bus. And what starts as a simple favor, with Jimmy tagging along with Robo to ask a few questions, soon takes a weird turn. With the help of a few eyeball-rolling coincidences straight out of the Elmore Leonard playbook, their harmless deceit sets off a tangled chain of events that ultimately ensnares a spineless would-be dope dealer, his crazy bisexual stripper sister, an unbalanced aging biker looking for one last big score, assorted illegals, a dog-fighting ring, a toothless pit bull, a former French Legionnaire, a treacherous gang of counterfeiters, an animal rights fanatic, a sexy ex-cop and enough other thugs and low lifes to employ a large portion of Hollywood wannabes when this thing is inevitably brought before the cameras. Yeah, it may sound like your typical bang-bang shoot 'em up B-flick, but Lange (the author of the acclaimed Dead Boys collection) tosses in just enough variations and twists (and wit and gunfire) to take everything up a notch--and let's face it: That big, honking climatic nightmare of a desert showdown is just begging to be filmed.