There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile He made a crooked deal and he blew a crooked pile He dug a crooked hole. And he sank the crooked isle And they all went to hell in a stew of crooked bile.
In exile after being ousted from the family castle, recovering alcoholic Tristram St. Lawrence finds himself back in Dublin when an old acquaintance pitches a development project that his sponsor, a mysterious businessman, supports.
