It's 1975, a violent villain named ' The Spaniard' controls a criminal empire in Soho. He runs Club Bohemia, and a couple of sex joints called Pinky's - nestled in the brash and seedy heartland of London. The jostling streets are a parade of flares and long hair, the glam sounds of Bowie and T-Rex float out from the bars , Harold Wilson is in power, and everyone wants to fly to the moon. The Spaniard is a fixer. Whatever takes your fancy, he procures it. Teenage girls, rent-boys, LSD - the list is endless. Those queuing for his services include the right honourable Lord Fitzpatrick - cousin to the queen and the very slick and highly ambitious deputy prime minister. He is living the high live, sharp suits, flash cars, and a beautiful blonde on his arm. But The Spaniard is making too many enemies, treading on too many toes, it is only a matter of time before bloody chaos ensues. Leap forward 30 years to 2005, Pepe and his mate Samir are immersed in hedonistic club life. Dropping E's and cruising from one sexual encounter to another. Until one day Pepe's mother dies, leaving him with a shocking legacy, and a disturbing and dangerous destiny.