So tells Renee Houston, the Tallulah Bankhead like Scottish actress who steals his film, to George Rose as the mastermind behind a dog track racing heist. Indeed, he is a small man, even going so far as to strike Houston for her brave words against him. This film starts off with the crime with a group of crooks successfully escaping from the arena but having two separate in order not to be caught. Reporter Ken Taylor, on Houston's Trail, is desperate to get a serious story and he finds more than he bargained for as he boards the bus that includes Houston, her agent, a constantly drunken lush and pretty Petula Clark whom he first encounters when she intrudes on his phone call in a tight booth. When Rose and his cohort home he basically bribed into joining him on the run are exposed, the passengers on the bus end up in the middle of nowhere inside a barn where the blessing of a sick baby happens to be the possible way that Rose will be captured.

Pretty standard British new wave, this is still far in advance to similar heist films made in the United States at the same time. The location photography is brilliantly photographed with the detail so crisp that you literally can see the cracks in the buildings and far more detail then you would otherwise. Other than Stanley Kubrick's "The Killing", I can't think another American heist film that had the same type of realism that this has although the comedy involving the drunken character gets to be a bit too much after a while. Taylor and Clark do seem mismatched, but Houston's character is so well-developed that you can't help but be entranced by her. In spite of it's predictability, it's quite fast-moving and fully enjoyable,

A band of criminals rob a dog track and get away with a lot of money.... and a murder. The police start closing in on the one with the loot, and the head of the gang explains to a henchman that if he's caught, he'll squeal. It all winds up with reporter Kent Taylor on a bus that the desperate crooks hijack.

It's a rather confusing plot, with some fine performers acting in character, under the direction of R. G. Springsteen. Springsteen was a fine western director for Republic, and did a good job when given a shot outside the field. He certainly delivers here for Republic in their second British production, although the script is a bit muddled, and far more violent than most British movies were; clearly this was intended for American production, but Republic had all this cash sitting in Britain, just like the major studios. Still, there are good, roles for Petula Clark, Renee Houston, and Walter Rilla.

This is a sort of British version of film noir. While it has many qualities of noir (such as vile bad guys, killings and a lack of sentimentality), it lacks the usual language, style and cinematography you might associate with the genre. Because of this, although the film is pretty good, it lacks the style to make it great.

The film begins with a robbery of a racetrack. During the robbery, a guard is killed and the gang takes off in a car...only to crash and then scatter. The weak link in the gang is Rick...and the police are soon looking for this loser. However, instead of staying put and playing it cool, he tries to double-cross the gang and ends up on the run. He ends up on a bus with a bunch of characters--some of which are horrible. The drunk, while entertaining, is way over- played and makes the film seem a bit light in spirit--which is odd considering its other dark qualities. There are also a couple characters that simply don't make a lot of sense. Still, it's modestly entertaining and worth your time. It's a shame, as with a slight re-write it could have been exceptional.