The world’s gone mad; cops shooting cops, scumbags lynching dogs and old men kidnapping kids to a bunker. Most of us cringe at the thought, but for a small-time crook it’s a godsend because it keeps the police busy while the thief quietly steals in plain sight. Ever wonder why your kid never gets the prize in the trading card box? His name is CAGE CLAUSON (30’s). Make no mistake. He’s no shoplifter. The trick is in the thumbs. Find the prize, pay for the pack and sell the golden nugget on eBay. Easy money!
What’s the problem? It’s not like he’s hurting anyone. Not anymore because he’s left the seedy drug underworld and marked his territory; a chain of local franchise stores. He’s got it down to a science. So does ARLO (30’s). He’s a turf rival who can flip through a box at lightning speed; beating Cage at his own game. Cage doesn’t give a shit. He’s left his past behind. No hard balling. He’ll deal with this bastard; fair and square. He may believe he’s let the past go but his past has a vice-like grip. Loan sharks shake him down for dough. His father left his mother a neat freak that can’t pay her bills. He can’t see his kid without coughing up cash. No worries. He’ll make the money; fix his ‘loan’ issues and pay mom’s debts. He does it in record time. He’s clear until his high-end trailer park lifestyle catches up with him. HARLEY (60), his neighbor, breaks the bad news; Cage has been robbed. Even his snakebitten girlfriend can’t console his loser ass. He suspects Arlo. Who else? He teaches his girlfriend the pack searching ‘tells’. Arlo will never see her coming. Piece of cake! Cage will grab the money and run!
Then the unthinkable happens...
