King and his crew have history. Tonight, in a 76 Cutlass parked 100 miles from nowhere, that history is going to bleed into the present. King has lost his father, mentor, and the head of what we can only guess is a mid-level crime family; a faction he's now on deck to lead. But maybe this bitter-sweet news proves merely bitter to those of his employ. Drunk, reminiscent and emotional, is the man who everyone calls 'King' soon to be at the feet of his constituents, or is something much more treacherous in play for this once inseparable group of 'friends'?