During the Rif War in Morocco, the French Foreign Legion's outpost of Tarfa is threatened by Khalif Hussein's tribes but Sergeant Mike Kincaid devises a plan of survival until the arrival of French reinforcements.
Bill Saunders, disturbed ex-soldier, kills a man in a postwar London pub brawl. Fleeing, he hides out in the apartment of lonely nurse Jane Wharton. Later, despite misgivings about his violent nature, Jane becomes involved with Bill, who resolves to reform. She gets him a job driving a medical supplies truck. But racketeer Harry Carter, who witnessed the killing, wants to use Bill's talents for crime. Written by
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The story takes place in England, where automobiles and trucks are right-hand drive; but the truck Bill drives is left-hand drive. See more »
[to Bill Saunders]
... furthermore, although these appear to be first offenses, in view of the brutal nature of the assault, I have no alternative but to direct that you receive eighteen lashes of the cat-o'-nine-tails.
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Now here's a title that raises expectations! Only to dash them in the end. Lancaster and Fontaine are engaging as always, but ultimately can't save this muddled movie. The story just never catches fire or rings true, not helped by a bogus Foggy London Town setting that evokes Sherlock Holmes more than postwar England. You almost expect Dick van Dyke to come sliding down the chimney. Also Robert Newton's bad guy turn is more comical than menacing; basically he just reprises his Bill Sykes role from Oliver Twist. Not half, guv! This might have been forgivable in a 30's movie, but you'd think they would have moved on by 1948. Also the ending must be one of the blandest cop-outs in cinema history. In the end, it's just one more also-ran movie.
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