The year is 1967. Noelle McNabb would have been happy being an actress on stage if the stage wasn't a local amusement park in Indiana and the stage wasn't for a children's play and if she wasn't playing a wicked witch. Still, it's show biz and it paid most enough to live on her own. Then on her doorstep a man appears who has been shot and who dies on her hall floor and then people start wanting the microdot he was supposed to have and thinking she now had it.