After some letter-perfect London establishing shots (including Soho's legendary Windmill Theatre) it's L.A. all the way as H-droppin' Cockney thug David Courtney intros a series of five sex scenes tied together with a story about a search for a missing diamond that somebody had the collossal poor judgment to swipe from Courtney. Between Courtney's shaved head, pinstripe suit and quiet demeanour you get the idea it's not wise to rip off this guy.

Music and good photography add value to the longish sex scenes, but this is not the plot-driven enterprise implied by the title.