John Dough isn't real. He doesn't matter. He's just the background in other people's lives. He's just...Filler. John survives the gritty city on the margins, filling out police line-ups and selling his plasma for a living. One day, Debra Cross -- a hooker with a black eye and a sad story -- struts into his life. Before he knows it, John is off, his brass-knuckled fist blazing into a tangling, twisting web of boot-kicking, limb-chopping, and triple-crossing...