Jonathan (Matt Dillon) is obssessed with inheriting Thor Carlsson’s (the majestic Max von Sydow) copper empire. Why? Presumably, because as a poor child literally living on the wrong side of the tracks, he would sit in his room and stare at the endless parade of freight trains passing by, all of them bearing the Carlsson company logo.

Jonathan has successfully wooed Carlsson’s daughter Dorothy (Sean Young), and the two plan to get married. However, when he finds out she’s pregnant with his child, he lures her to a rooftop and pushes Dorothy to her death. Why? He fears old Carlsson would have disowned her; perhaps Jonathan should have thought of that before he had unprotected, premarital sex with her.

Luckily for him, Dorothy has an extremely conveniente identical twin sister, Ellen (also Young). Four years after Dorothy’s death, history repeats itself; Jonathan has no trouble sweeping Ellen off her feet, but once again finds it, ahem, too hard keeping it in his pants.

This time, though, he takes the precaution of charming the father as well as the daughter; he ingratiates himself with the old man, goes fishing with him, agrees with everything he says, until Thor gives him a job in the family business, to which Jonathan is so devoted that he has no time for Ellen, who after all was only a means to an end – and that end, apparently, was to become a workaholic yuppie. I can't help thinking that there are other, better ways to achieve this without resorting to murder.

The only problem is that Ellen, unlike her father and the police, is not convinced Dorothy committed suicide. Dorothy was wearing new shoes, you see, which she bought just before she died. Is that something a suicidal person would do? Actually it is, but only if you belong to the Heaven's Gate cult; everyone else must share Paolo Nutini’s love of recently acquired foot wear.