Michael Douglas is a very rich man. He is hunting bear in high country, and hires Jeremy Irvine as his guide. But things go wrong; Douglas shoots the wrong target, and Irvine won't keep quiet. Douglas can't afford to let it get out. He also can't simply shoot Irvine, since his very expensive and unique hunting rifle will show him to be a murderer. So he drives Irvine off, planning to let the blazing sun finish him, while Douglas sips the finest martinis. He plans to tell the authorities that Irvine made the shot.... but Irvine half naked in the blazing sun, won't die.

It's a variation of The Most Dangerous Game, with Douglas playing the cool, calm, collected, sociopathic master of the universe he does in this sort of role. DP Russell Carpenter shoots the high country, the sort that John Ford's cameramen turned into beautiful sets, with a burnt-out look that renders them ugly and foreboding.