Description
1924, New York State, the height of prohibition. For Bertha and Richie Legs the job was meant to be simple. Duck soup. All Jake. Head upstate to the sleepy town of Chapel and do some convincing. You’ve got the lettuce, they’ve got the empty port, what could go wrong. Aside from the crazed prohibition agent that seems to have followed them there of course, and, well, there sure are a lot of people are missing eyes, and there was a line of empty shoes on the outskirts of town, and the townsfolk are acting real strange, real scared. Seems like maybe there’s something wrong with Chapel. Something very wrong indeed.
