Cecil Younger spends his days coaching would-be felons on how to avoid incriminating themselves. He even likes most of the rough characters who seek his services. So when Sherrie, a returning client, asks him to track down some evidence to clear her of a domestic violence charge, Cecil agrees. Maybe he'll find something that will get her abusive boyfriend locked up for good. Cecil treks out to the shady apartment complex only to discover the 'evidence' is a large pile of cash - fifty thousand dollars, to be exact. Cecil finds himself in violation of one of his own maxims: Nothing good comes of walking around with a lot of someone else's money.
