Los Angeles. August 4, 1962. The city broils through a midsummer heatwave. Marilyn Monroe ODs. A B-movie starlet is kidnapped. The overhyped LAPD overreacts. Chief Bill Parker's looking for some getback. The Monroe deal looks like a moneymaker. He calls in Freddy Otash. The freewheeling Freddy O. Tainted ex-cop, defrocked private eye, dope fiend and freelance extortionist. A man who lives by the maxim 'Opportunity is Love'. Freddy gets to work. He tears through all those who block his path to truth. He penetrates the faux sunshine of Jack and Bobby Kennedy. He falters and grasps for love - as he tracks Marilyn Monroe's horrific last charade through a nightmare L.A. that he served to create - leading him to confront his complicity and raging madness. It's the Summer of '62, baby. Freddy O.'s got a hot date with history. The savage '60s are ready to pop. The Rolling Stones proclaim it best : we're just a shot away.