Marc Cohen

Three small-time hoods are sent off into the desert to deliver a supply of drugs to a distributor and get the distributor's cash. Only the place of the transaction and the amounts involved are set; they do not know exactly when their counterparts will be show up. In the meantime, they try to kill time: they drink beer, quarrel, and, in a truly stupid move, use their cell phone to arrange for prostitutes. In the course of their partying, they use up a fair amount of the drugs they were to deliver. Will they be lucky enough, or ingenious enough to survive their own stupidity and the wrath of their bosses?

Three small-time hoods are sent off into the desert to deliver a supply of drugs to a distributor and get the distributor's cash. Only the place of the transaction and the amounts involved are set; they do not know exactly when their counterparts will be show up. In the meantime, they try to kill time: they drink beer, quarrel, and, in a truly stupid move, use their cell phone to arrange for prostitutes. In the course of their partying, they use up a fair amount of the drugs they were to deliver. Will they be lucky enough, or ingenious enough to survive their own stupidity and the wrath of their bosses?