Saint Vicious

Poisoned, with hours to live, Vicious must confront the two drug lords who control the corrupt city, in the hopes of getting an antidote. But he's seeing demons in the shadows, and in his fear, what will he sacrifice in order to save himself?

A “Romain Mereau” FILM
WRITTEN BY Romain Mereau

How did it go so wrong?

Vicious wakes up in an alleyway. The drugs are gone. His briefcase is empty; a solitary hundred-dollar note flutters, caught in the hinge. The drop-off has gone terribly wrong and he is in a lot of trouble.
His mouth is dry and there is a throbbing pain. He reaches up to his neck and pulls out a syringe - a tiny trickle of black fluid still trapped inside.
His phone rings. The needled voice tells him he has been injected with a poison. He doesn't have long to live, unless he can track down the antidote. With a whiny click, the voice is gone.

Vicious knows what the antidote is. The only problem is, it's in the hands of the two most dangerous people in the city: the drug lords who all but control the population.
In the north: Indian Joe, patron of Speed and cocaine; a mountain of a man, ruthless and notorious for his short temper and violent outbursts.
And Fiver, the white rabbit of the South, commanding the river of heroin and opium, a mysterious figure surrounded by whispers of a dark cruelty.

Each of them has a piece of the antidote, but they're not just going to hand it over. Vicious was supposed to be the middle-man, overseeing a huge deal between Fiver and Indian Joe, but it just went horribly wrong and he has a feeling they're not going to be too happy to see him.

His girlfriend's not answering his calls. Oh, and he's seeing demons.

This bad day just got a whole lot worse.