Lazy’s afternoon nap is rudely interrupted when two panicked fugitives crash his bachelor pad with a stolen microfilm and a fleet of government SUVs on their tail. One hides in the closet; the other assumes the role of a "young bride" to fool the stone-faced agents currently scanning the room for lies. To avoid a total memory wipe, Lazy and his new "wife" must deliver a performance so raw and depraved that even the most skeptical spooks feel awkward watching. It’s a game of risky intimacy where the only thing being exposed — besides everything — is the price of survival.