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“Stick to the plan.” Words to live by. And die by, in this sparky underworld thriller of dizzying dishonor among thieves, shot entirely on the north coast by local filmmaker David Manocchio. The writer-director deftly proves the famous dictum of Jean-Luc Godard, that all the basic ingredients you need to get a movie plot rolling are a guy, a girl and a gun. The Guy: Roy Manzetti, a young Cleveland hood who learns of a million-dollar cocaine deal going down between mafia capo Nick and Japanese gangsters; Roy maps out a foolproof, bloodless caper to snatch both the money and the drugs right out of the mobsters' dirty hands, with the cooperation of inside man Tony. The Girl: Andrea “Andy” Mars, Tony's fickle girlfriend, a waitress and aspiring movie-starlet with few morals but plenty of ambition; she happens to inherit the loot when Tony proves to be the weak link in the scheme. The Gun: Let's just say that sometimes it's not loaded but most of the time it is, as the so-called perfect crime violently unravels. Roy and Andy hit the road together, on the run from minions of the outraged Nick, while exponential betrayals and last-minute misalliances-of-convenience keep the cash and the coke in play. It's a wild HAYWIRE ride to the finale to find out who gets it all, lock, stock and two smoking barrels.