In sunny Sulphur, Louisiana, the year is 1951; Joseph Falchek, a young Polish-American Veteran, pulls to a halt in his bright red, 250 Packard. He stumbles away from the car, his gaunt frame masked by a blood- covered tuxedo... Our story continues hours earlier, Nicky Leroux, a middle aged mortgage banker and the head of Falchek's department plants himself in the backseat of his car. They are seated behind an ornate restaurant. Leroux then promises him a promotion if he can take care of a favor for him inside the restaurant. The setup is simple: Help an old man get his house sold without all of the legal constraints that would normally burden him. Falchek reluctantly agrees. As Falchek enters the ornate private dining room, he is introduced to the old man, Mr. Morgan. The two exchange pleasantries, and after a bit of small-talk, Morgan urges Falchek to begin his sales pitch. A puzzled Falchek informs him that he had been summoned to help him sell his home. A seething Mr. Morgan begins to quietly berate Falchek, insulting his polish heritage, and threatening to show him violence worse than that of his people in Nazi-occupied Poland. As the conflict escalates, the three men are intertwined in a scheme that uncovers past histories and ultimately promises that there will be blood.
—Jake Abraham