Finally free after 25 years in the slammer, fabled grifter Foley (Jackson) tries going straight, but he’s forced into a high-stakes con when the weaselly progeny of his old partner (Kirby) blindsides him with a secret. No one expects a Samuel L. Jackson thriller to be Shakespeare, but David Weaver’s wannabe ’70s-grindhouse cheapie doesn’t even achieve serviceability. Jackson and Kirby do their spirited best to sell dialogue seemingly written in underlined all-caps, yet there’s no saving the film from an endless setup (a full hour passes before the big con even starts) and a clumsily choreographed, sub-soap-operatic payoff.