The plot is hatched over scones and Irish whiskey by two out-of-work, forty-something actresses Bootsie Kittredge and Babs Harrison. Relieve financial hardship while satisfying an urge for payback. Start a contract killing business. The plot thickens over nachos and margaritas when Bootsie and Babs weave scenarios to murder each’s ex-spouse, one phony, cheating psychic, and an actress know more for performing on casting couch than on stage. They make up a name, Sweet Cream Ladies , and add “Ltd” for a more professional sound and keep their friends and fellow diners at Maria’s Casa laughing as they discuss their plans. Things go haywire when the actress, Babs' ex, and the psychic are all murdered in the exact, somewhat off-the-wall methods the ladies described at Maria’s . Manhattan’s 10th Precinct lead detective, Sebastian Laramie, isn’t sure whether Bootsie and Binnie did the deeds or are being framed, but he hauls them in for questioning after each murder, making it clear he hopes they’re innocent…especially Bootsie. But means, motive, and opportunity all point to the “ladies”, and their claims of righteousness and lack of guilt seem fabricated, thanks to a cheery announcement made to the patrons at Maria’s by an enthusiastic and quite inebriated Babs Harrison: “Need someone bumped-off? We’re Sweet Cream Ladies, Ltd . You Call…We kill.”