A bare warehouse. Dirt floor. Ominous disused farm equipment hangs from the wall.
In the middle of the room is a beaten and bloody man in a hood, tied to a metal chair. He struggles for every breath, sucking in air through broken ribs. A cheap video camera sits on a tripod in front of him.
Two guys in their early thirties, Miki and Clay, are clearly out of their depth. Clay’s the sort of guy who peaked too early; hugely popular at high school, the decade since has left him washed-up and bitter. Miki’s climbed into the first stages of middle-class success and is slowly realising that the friend who he’s hero-worshipped most of his life may be a loser.
They’re so incompetent that instead of balaclavas, they could only find novelty animal masks.
The door bursts open and Nancy storms into the room, a beautiful girl in her late-teens who has Clay wrapped around her finger.
Nancy was the one who set the whole plan in motion.
She’s the one who convinced them that they should kidnap this man.
That the Arab-American university professor has a dark past.
That they should force him to confess that he used to be part of a terrorist organisation.
Even if that means torture.
However, Nancy has a dark past as well – and as the night continues, the four will be drawn into a horrific web of violence, sex, terror and an intimate secret so dark that it could destroy all of them.
A combination of Apt Pupil, Fargo and Hard Candy, the brutal kidnapping plays out in real time and in one location until the stomach-churning conclusion.