Max and Tom are old, old friends, once actors. Tom now owns a jazz nightclub called Deadbeat which, as well as being their source of income, is also something of an in-joke. In a dark suburban churchyard one night they see a group of men are loading a coffin into the back of a van. But, why would you be taking a full coffin away from a graveyard and, more importantly, why is the occupant still breathing? Tom and Max are on the case. God help us...

"High on life..." There's a new drug running rife amongst the Undead community. Once ingested, it simulates all of the symptoms of the living, faster pulse, perspiration, the intoxicating rush of blood through your veins...Not that Max or Tom would be stupid enough to try it of course, they're far too busy smashing their senses to a pulp working their way though Deadbeat's new cocktail menu. But, when people start vanishing from the Soho streets and some of their customers disrupt big band nights by keeling over dead for the second time, they decide it might be worth looking into, if only to stop profits dropping too far. Which, in a lifetime of bad decisions, may rank as their worst yet.