A troubled loner, Bob Maconel, imagines where he works, blowing up the tower Los Angeles. A revolver is taken by him to his office intent on murdering colleagues, and then himself. With his fish, who support him to do it, he also holds talks together at home. He is picked on by his manager. He drops out a bullet as he is bumping his courage to the sticking place. While on the floor looking on it, another colleague does just what Bob has been intending. Bob emerges a fanatic and a woman having a grin , the one colleague he likes, is badly injured. Could Bob help her and detect himself and revel in life? Or, as everybody says, is this impossible to get a man like him?