A boozy fellow finds himself in one of those small towns that only exist in films where all the townsfolk are involved in unlikely conspiritorial, murdery activities.
Still, must create a pleasant sense of a unified community during the periods of time they're not all out killing the innocent.
"Hello, Miriam, is Gary around? I want to borrow his lawnmower"
"Yes, Albert. He's just down the road burying that bus full of orphans in the patch of wasteground. I'll get him to pop it over when he's back."
Anyway, as unlikely as the plot is, I think we quite enjoyed this nonsense. You might too.
Then again, you might not. How am I supposed to know?