Harry wants out. The daily grind has ground him down, and his good-life dreams are fading fast. He hatches a plan...a fake-your-own-death insurance scam that will set him and his wife up on Easy Street. Lena has her doubts. Harry's always had a hand in the hustle, but murder was never his style. She goes along just to see how far he'll take it, down Mexico way, the scene of the crime. Afterwards, with Harry in hiding, Lena returns home widowed and soon to be wealthy, waits out the weeks until the insurance pays off, but Harry's not fairing so well. He sounds drunk on the phone, and she knows how he gets when he's alone, a caged animal prone to missteps. The schemer has a flaw, and his paranoia scares her to death. Conscience and consequences are dead weight bearing down heavy, threatening to unravel their seamless get-rich plot.
