Rick Goldstein

In a post-apocalyptic world, a small-town bank teller's murder compels a guilt-ridden Federal Agent to enlist a local Sheriff's help in her peculiar crime-solving methods before the killer strikes again.

In a run-down hotel for transients, a man sleeps fitfully in bed. He rises to use the toilet down the hall, and while he's there, a burglar enters his room. He returns to find the burglar leaving through the window; the burglar falls to the street beneath. The man leaves the hotel and walks past the fallen burglar to a seedy bar, where he drinks too much and has a hedonistic vision of sex and death. He awakens on the bar-room floor and drags himself out. Is this the end for him?

In a post-apocalyptic world, a small-town bank teller's murder compels a guilt-ridden Federal Agent to enlist a local Sheriff's help in her peculiar crime-solving methods before the killer strikes again.

In a run-down hotel for transients, a man sleeps fitfully in bed. He rises to use the toilet down the hall, and while he's there, a burglar enters his room. He returns to find the burglar leaving through the window; the burglar falls to the street beneath. The man leaves the hotel and walks past the fallen burglar to a seedy bar, where he drinks too much and has a hedonistic vision of sex and death. He awakens on the bar-room floor and drags himself out. Is this the end for him?