Robert Bosco and Yuri Alexis are riding around in a limo talking about how they just ripped off a Hong Kong drug cartel. They answer their car phone (which is perched on the back window for some reason) and talk about currency markets. Then they bring two young women to a clothing store to try on new clothes, and spy on them in the changing room.
You naturally think that the film is setting up the villains, but no ... these guys are kind of the protagonists. Young Eagle Kim (who really cannot speak English despite trying heroically) is an assassin from said drug cartel who comes after them. They plan on procuring another woman for wealthy German millionaire Steve Lincoln (doing a comical accent) who'll give them enough money to get the cartel off their backs. They recruit foxy kung-fu fighting meter maid (yes, I strung those words together) Kathryn Dodd to fill that role, but Bosco kind of abruptly falls in love with her. Also ... she's on to them.
Some times it's difficult to believe that a film is really this bad. It really can't seem to figure out who the protagonists should be, so it saddles you with these loathsome scumbags for most of the film. (I suspect that Dodd is really supposed to fill that role, but she's only in the last third of the film.) If a film this sleazy is ever going to work, it needs to clip along at pretty fast pace, but this film is 90% dull static scenes filled with expository dialogue uttered by people who really can't act (and in at least one case, can't speak in the language chosen by the filmmakers).
