The last thing he remembered was having dinner at a restaurant and making innocent eye contact with a fellow diner.
Now, he’s gagged and tied up, in a shady nightclub, with two guns and counting being pointed at his head.
How he got here is a mystery, as is his identity.
He insists that it’s all a giant misunderstand; he’s a singer, not an undercover cop.
Truth is stranger than fiction, and when he finally unveils his true identity, it leaves the evil gang members with open jaws.