Summary
A velvet-gloved cracksman, Fancy Charlie, slips through midnight’s keyhole into the book-lined sanctum of criminologist G.B. Lawson, expecting loot and finding instead a mirror. Mistaking the scholar’s cabinets of larceny lore for the trove of a rival yegg, Charlie—out of peer etiquette—admits the burglary. Lawson, amused by this courteous predator, proposes a wager steeped in inverted morality: take a stake, go straight in the postcard hamlet of Plumfield, and prove that the largest score is the one never stolen. Charlie accepts, trading jimmied tumblers for ledgers, nitroglycerin for nickel-coke sodas, yet the town’s picket-fence façade soon reveals its own combination lock of graft, hypocrisy, and restless hearts. Over twelve brisk chapters of conscience, Charlie confronts crooked aldermen, a love as unexpected as a fingerprint on glass, and the vertiginous suspicion that perhaps the house always wins—only the house is now his own general store. When the year expires, the final cut is not of loot but of identity, measured less in banknotes than in the silence after a bell that no longer needs to be rung.
Synopsis
Professional safecracker Fancy Charlie breaks into the apartment of G.B. Lawson, a criminologist, and mistakenly believes that he has robbed a fellow safecracker. Out of "professional courtesy" he informs Lawson of what he has done. Instead of calling the police, Lawson--who believes in the philosophy of "honor among thieves"--makes a deal with Charlie: to show Charlie that it's actually more profitable to be a legitimate businessman than a crook, he'll give Charlie some money if Charlie will use it to establish a legitimate business in the small town of Plumfield, and at the end of a year they will divide up whatever profits Charlie is able to make honestly. Charlie agrees, but soon discovers that things won't be quite as easy as he thought.
Review Excerpt
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Charles Kenyon’s screenplay lands like a tossed silver dollar—spinning on its edge between pulp swagger and Protestant work ethic—until we no longer know which face will show when the metal finally settles.
A Plot That Picks Every Pocket of the Soul
There is a delicious perversity in watching a man who can feel the tremor of a lock’s spring through a stethoscope reduced to weighing sacks of flour under the suspicious gaze of provincial clerks. Director William James Craft shoots Plumfield as..."
