Carl's brother Justin dies and he travels to London to collect his belongings, but the further he delves into the circumstances of his brothers death, the more Carl begins to wonder wether perhaps it was murder rather than an accident. Sorted leaps from one hard clubbing scene to the next, while trying to inject a bit of menace (using Tim Curry for God's sake!) and a sliver of plot, it fails on the last two counts..but hey, one out of three aint bad.