In 1961, if you were a Mafia hitman you did what you were told to do. So, when the boss of the Philadelphia family sent Moe Horwitz to do a job for the Miami boss, he packed his bags, hustled to the station and took the last train to Miami. Only when he arrived, Moe discovered nothing was quite what it was supposed to be, and no one was really who they purported to be. The hit he's supposed to make turns out to be anything but routine, and he soon begins to wonder if the actual victim isn't going to turn out to be one Moe Horwitz. Suddenly it's too late to wonder anymore.