Millions of drug-stuffed pomegranates were supposed to be smuggled to a foreign country, but were instead accidentally distributed across all the markets in Lebanon. Enter Amal, Najwa, Wared and Laura. Four broke, middle-aged neighbours who were just trying to survive the economic collapse, not run a cartel. At first, they think the dirtiest their hands will get is by hacking their building’s electricity grid for free power. This is until one day, they find out that their dinner snack contains a potential way out of their misery, narcotics. Selling to rehab teens? Easy. Crushed amphetamines repackaged as “cocaine”? Genius. But their get-rich-quick scheme lands them in the clutches of their ultimate idol, soap opera queen Dalida, their goddess of overly dramatic monologues. With her career fading and her fiancé’s drug empire crumbling, she is ready to set the entire country on fire to stay on top. Our desperate housewives now have to smuggle drugs in wigs, deal with bad trips and fend off existential crises, all while working for Dalida and her fiancé. As the country spirals, their new criminal side hustle brings chaos to their homes. Between a diva’s tantrum, a snoopy cop and an indie quest led by their teenagers that puts everyone at risk, things get out of hand. The only way out? Clean up their mess. Too bad their hands are already dirty.