Hollywood was the perfect place to sort out the dysfunctional life of Rollie Kemp. He ran from a New York crime family instead of joining it. His wannabe wiseguy father stole from the hand that fed him, and they murdered him. His ex-wife wouldn't let go, his law career went up in smoke, and his attempt to join the LA PD was destroyed by a drunk driver. His explosive temper briefly delayed his acting career and made his few personal matters worse. The multifarious partnership with Drake Fargo was iffy at best. Fargo was the consummate Private Detective - the go-to guy all the studios and celebrities hired for every reason imaginable. Rollie didn't know which end of a gun to use and yet their constant chiding never seemed to interrupt their momentum. What neither expected was to become embroiled in the middle of a police investigation. The murdered actress was Rollie's cousin, daughter to crime boss Anthony Pataglia - his uncle. The cops find out Rollie and Fargo was at the party where the murder took place and so do the mob. The roof blows off when the mob sends a team to find out who was at the party, who killed the girl and orders them to take them all out. If Rollie is in the way or one of them so be it.