An incredible true story - in 1964 my father, British Javelin champion John McSorley, built a man-size box and shipped it from Heathrow airport. The airfreight was human; his friend Reg Spiers, a penniless young Australian athlete desperate to get home and win back his girl. He was in for the ride of his life; a nightmarish cocktail of turbulent cargo holds, forklift truck disasters and mind-altering dehydration. He’d risk everything for Annie, but little did she know, they'd soon be skipping bail on drug-smuggling charges. Follow the true-crime exploits of the young couple and their years of gripping, high-stakes dramas through India, Africa and Sri Lanka.

Life is short for some. You're born you live you die. Some die unreasonably young, torn from life mid-way through. Some live to ripe old ages, telling old war stories with grandchildren wobbling on their knees. I have neither. When you do what I do you lose track of all time and purpose. You simply get the job done and move on. And to be honest, overtime you learn to enjoy the kill. The thrill and excitement leaks in and taints your moral compass. I could call it survival. But it's not; I could have survived without it. I just don't want to any more. Now they ask me to kill a man I'm afraid I can't kill. I simply can't. Except this time. It really is him or me. Life and death.