'I am Charlie Mortdecai. I like art and money and dirty jokes and drink. I am very successful . . .'
But right now the Hon. Charlie Mortdecai - degenerate aristocrat and amoral art dealer - is up to his earlobes in trouble. Chief Superintendent Martland is looking for a stolen Goya and thinks Charlie either has it or knows where it is. Unfortunately, he's right. Worse still, possessing the painting is proving to be something of a liability for poor Charlie and his thuggish manservant Jock. Because, if they're not careful, some very nasty men with guns are liable to make them very dead . . .