In Bob's Manhattan living room, three high school chums are confronting a middle-age crisis over scotch and soda. They're all lawyers and disenchanted by the way that money and corruption have ruined the justice system. Inspired by movies like Batman, they decide to recreate The Three Musketeers and prowl about the night looking for people in need of help.
|Bob:||Okay. It's settled. We'll file for our license to carry concealed weapons tomorrow. On Friday, we pick out our Glocks.|
|Harry:||Yes. 9 mm.|
|Together:||All for one and one for all!|
|Harry:||You know, I just thought of something. My wife promised her cousin we would go to dinner at her house on Friday. She planned it last month. Could ...|