A brittle (not brutal) kidnapping with a Sam-Bronfman inflection and, belatedly, a modicum of mystery. Houston heiress Christina Lattimore, granddaughter of tyrannical oil mogul Christabel, is seized and held by--it will be apparent to any sluggard--the proprietors of a local greasy spoon; but when the police close in, the guilty pair claim that Christina conspired with them to extract money from her grandmother. And Christina can't prove otherwise, nor, horrors, get anyone but a young newsman to believe her. She knows someone else was involved--and newsman Kelly, shockingly, lengthens the short list of suspects to include wheeler-dealer Christabel. Turns out it was housekeeper Della all along (she has an ex-convict son) but Kelly isn't blameless--he was really using Christina to advance his own career. The moral is stand on your own, like Christabel, even if it means saying good-by to her millions. But none of this plastic cast including Christina, is worth a second thought.