Dan dreams of Australia and leading a quiet existence far away from all the crime and chaos that is crushing his spirit. While dealing drugs may be a profitable job, it also comes with its share of screw-ups, back-stabbings and broken legs. Not the ideal job for a single father trying to raise his daughter in peace. Dan thinks his prayers have been answered when a regular client offers him an offer he can’t refuse. One big last score, Dan’s ticket to Down Under, is to find a kilo of coke in under three hours. His extensive contact list makes Dan confident that the deal is in the bag. In fact, he had vowed himself never again to dance with lady snow, a vow which the prospect of profit effectively killed. After having gotten the goods from an aggressive supplier, he quickly stashes it with the hooker with whom he’s staying. Big mistake. After a pickle with three hoodlums, the crook gets back to his pad to find the blow missing. This sets off a mad race against the clock during which Dan will cross paths with dubious characters and do whatever it takes to save his endangered skin, his only weapon his exhaustive street-smarts regarding the rules of survival in this “business” — rules that he’ll follow by the book, even if it means piling up a few bodies along the way.
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