Summary
A monochrome fever-dream unfurls inside stone arteries of a penitentiary where slate-gray dawn bleeds across Wilfred Lytell’s cheekbones; the camera, starved for mercy, drinks every pore as he learns that the price of liberty is a single phone call—his adolescent daughter, petals still unfurling, is being auctioned off by her own mother to a syndicate of grinning extortionists. Thus begins a danse macabre: gates yawn, steam hisses, and the ex-convict steps into a city that smells of wet newsprint and rusted trolley tracks, chasing whispers through rain-lacquered alleys, jazz dives, and candle-lit drawing rooms where Betty Hilburn’s velvet voice coils like cigarette smoke around secrets. Every frame is a chiaroscuro bruise—lampposts skewer the night, shadows bruise brickwork, and William H. Tooker’s silk-clad puppet-master plucks violin strings of blackmail while Julia Swayne Gordon’s matriarch, eyes glittering with malarial glee, rehearses her maternal treason. The daughter, a trembling watermark of innocence, is dragged toward a photographer’s flash that will seal her shame; yet Lytell, half-saint, half-wrecking ball, carves a crimson path through drawing rooms and switchyards, trading fists for fatherhood, until the final reel detonates in a warehouse of broken mannequins and mercury-vapor light where love and guilt collide like streetcars on a single track.
Synopsis
A prison inmate obtains his release from prison in order to rescue his daughter from the clutches of her unscrupulous mother's plot to implicate the girl in a blackmail scheme.
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