Harry Hamlin (and his infarcted sinuses) play host to a schizophrenic game of cat and mouse in a film that takes its title from a note passed between femme fatale, Lysette Anthony (Husbands and Wives), and Hamlin.

Hamlin's marriage is a bust and his professional prospects don't look that much rosier at his place of business, a brokerage firm. Hamlin's embroiled in a personal conflict with his newly-appointed boss, Steve Railsback, who likes Harry's guts about as much as a strict vegetarian likes medium-rare filet mignon. Precariously on the brink of being fired, Harry certainly doesn't help his cause when he establishes his relationship with Anthony, whose specialty is sex in public places- Ah, but Anthony is also Trilby to a Svengali-esque control freak,   Michael Ironside, a shrink whom Anthony claims is in a position to harm her mother, thus the pretext of "Save Me" written on the note.

During the course of their relationship, Hamlin and Anthony trade emotional baggage, but it soon becomes apparent that Anthony is an overnight case short of a Tourister load. Hamlin becomes the target of several murder attempts and the fun begins trying to pinpoint the culprit. Is Ironside the baddie that he appears to be? Is Hamlin being played for a chump, a sucker, a patsy, a fall guy? We certainly know that Railsback is an eight-ball because he's dabbling in some illegal trading-—a situation that Hamlin uses as his trump card in this pulp scenario.

A merry-go-round of suspicions highlights this sexy little thriller— a marvelously contempo James Cain-style yarn of seduction and bamboozlement.