Sweet Cream Ladies, Ltd.

If Becoming a Contract Killer is Your Idea of a Joke, Keep it Quiet or You Could Land in a Heap of Trouble Who says men should have all the fun? During a margarita fest at a Manhattan Café, an intoxicated Babs Harrison and her buddy Bootsie Kittredge joke about starting a contract killing business. Unemployed and running low on funds, they fantasize about becoming hit women. Admiring the skills of assassin Max von Sydow in Three Nights of the Condor, they know they are up to the challenge. And they love the idea of out-of-this-world pay. Ideal targets will be ex-husbands, professional rivals, and anyone who somehow displeases the people that hire them. When an increasingly inebriated Babs suddenly stands up and announces for all to hear three targets of their newly-formed contract killing service, Bootsie wonders if the sanity train has left the station. And the stunned audience of mostly women isn’t sure whether to laugh or pull out their checkbooks and hire them on the spot. Then the real fun begins. In short order, all three people named by Babs are murdered. Coincidence, precognition, or something else? Babs and Boots quickly find themselves in the crosshairs of skeptical detectives, mob bosses, agents, a fake psychic, and a magician who has the uncanny ability to know where the ladies are at any given moment. Battling time and formidable opponents, Babs and Boots claim that it was all a joke and that they had nothing to do with the killings. They even try to prove it. They claim that they are innocent. But are they?