Denis Plimmer

Joe, the chauffeur to an unnamed South American embassy, enjoys the small prks of privilege that his job provides him. When a coup in the country results in the ambassador's recall, his halycon life is upended.

Simon attempts to convince his mistress, Monica, to leave her husband by staging a suicide, but a stranger arrives, aiding in the staged act.

An army camp somewhere in England, deserted, or so it seems until you look more closely. For there you will find four men and one woman talking. From a distance you cannot hear what they say. But you can see the guns, deadly weapons designed to kill by remote control. You move closer and you can see their faces. An interesting group... closer still and now you can hear what is said. "Good morning, madam and gentlemen. We are here to plan an assassination."

Joe, the chauffeur to an unnamed South American embassy, enjoys the small prks of privilege that his job provides him. When a coup in the country results in the ambassador's recall, his halycon life is upended.

Simon attempts to convince his mistress, Monica, to leave her husband by staging a suicide, but a stranger arrives, aiding in the staged act.

An army camp somewhere in England, deserted, or so it seems until you look more closely. For there you will find four men and one woman talking. From a distance you cannot hear what they say. But you can see the guns, deadly weapons designed to kill by remote control. You move closer and you can see their faces. An interesting group... closer still and now you can hear what is said. "Good morning, madam and gentlemen. We are here to plan an assassination."