« They say the past always catches up with you. This could be the day. »
Casey has given up drug dealing for a suburban idyll in Houston, a job as an architect and a new wife. They are even planning to a adopt a child. But Casey's past arrives on the doorstep in the shape of Nick, an old business partner. Nick leaves a briefcase full of heroin, which Casey impetuously flushes. There follows a surreal procession of callers to his house, all looking for Nick, the drugs, or the money for them.
A Rasta hitman wants to off Casey, an old flame wants his body, and he must still deal with the psychologist from the adoption agency.