A guy hanging on the beach is approached by another guy who wants the first guy to kill him. The first guy agrees, but the first guy isn't the wasted junkie the second guy thinks he is. The first guy is an asshole. A complete and utter asshole. He's also a journalist named Fletch investigating drugs on the beach and plagued by editors and lawyers and ex-wives, but the puzzle of the guy hiring his own murderer is a puzzle he can't resist and he sets out to discover what the hell is going on.

It's funny and it's clever and it's even angry and serious at the heart of it. I'm not sure I've anything else to say about this. Nope. That's it.