Michael, a wimpy young executive, is about to get pulverized by a jealous boyfriend in a bar when a handsome, mysterious stranger steps in--and then disappears. Later that night, while jogging, Michael runs into the stranger on a pier. He introduces himself as Alex, and the two go out to an under- ground club. Within a matter of days, Alex wheedles his way into Michael's life and turns it upside down, and Michael doesn't realize that Alex is a dangerous sociopath until it's too late.

Michael:
The last thing I remember is we were driving around Patterson's neighborhood. And I go into the office today and find out that he got beat up. And I'm standing there in the middle of everybody with dried blood all over my hand. Did we go to Patterson's last night?


Alex:
Yes. We went to Patterson's.


Michael:
I mean, I didn't hit him, did I?


Alex:
You didn't just hit him. You beat the shit out of him.


Michael:
What the hell were you doing?


Alex:
Holding him down.

Written by F. Hibbert
Performed by Toots
Produced by Chris Blackwell and Sly Dunbar
Courtesy of Mango Records, An Island Records Company