Storyline
Christmas Eve in Hollywood—yeah, it’s as wild as you’d imagine. Some A-lister bites the dust, apparently from an overdose, and suddenly the glitzy party turns into a crime scene. The detective on duty isn’t letting anyone leave, and honestly, this group is a total parade of egos: a hotshot director, a power agent, a megastar, a billionaire media boss, a scribbler with a chip on their shoulder, this desperate wannabe actress, and the all-important studio head. Tension’s thicker than LA smog. Instead of panicking, they all get weirdly philosophical—like, straight into “What’s the meaning of life? Is there a God?” territory. Secrets start seeping out between the snark and the defensiveness. The detective’s grilling them, but half the time it’s the group interrogating each other, unearthing old grudges, betrayals, and maybe even a little hope. The night drags on, champagne forgotten, as the lines between suspect and victim blur. Turns out, the real mystery isn’t just who died, but why any of them bother with this fame game at all.
