Summary
Doris Standish, corseted heiress to a robber-baron fortune, bolts from gilded bondage seconds before her vows to the corpulent, cigar-scented Cyrus W. Hopkins—a man whose money smells of foreclosed dreams and the rust on her father’s moral compass. She dives headlong into a waiting Duesenberg, mistaking its chauffeur-cap for deliverance; behind the wheel sits Jimmy Nevin, saboteur-by-circumstance, steering a getaway car already pledged to a ring of jewel-snatchers. What follows is a moonlit ricochet between mansion and underworld, silk and burlap, where every bauble glitters like evidence and every kiss tastes of larceny. The film keeps asking—of its heroine, its audience, its own flickering celluloid—Which woman will emerge: the commodity, the conspirator, or the author of her own fugitive fairy-tale?
Synopsis
Doris Standish's father insists upon her marriage to aging millionaire Cyrus W. Hopkins, but just before the wedding, the young woman runs from the house and leaps into a parked car, ordering the chauffeur to drive her quickly away. The driver is Jimmy Nevin, who, because Hopkins financially ruined his father, has agreed to help a gang of crooks in their plot to steal the bride's jewels and wedding presents. Realizing that Doris is not Mary Butler, his accomplice, Jimmy offers to accompany her home, but when she refuses to return, he takes her to the thieves' hideout. Mary and her henchmen try to rob Doris, but she escapes and notifies the police. Doris, her father and Hopkins return to the hideout just before the police arrive to arrest all of the thieves but Jimmy, who has grown extremely fond of the runaway bride.
