A bunch of five young hoodlums break into a music shop to steal some precious instruments, they are surprised by the owner who is an old lady who is knocked down and never recovers consciousness before she dies, the five young scoundrels escape but the alarm is ringing, they just have time to hide their loot in an old deserted department store, when the police catches up with them, four manage to get away, but the fifth, a mere kid, runs into a lady who happens to go out at that moment, she screams, the boy continues running, the police shouts a warning that he will shoot if the boy doesn't stop, he doesn't stop, the police takes careful aim at his legs, but instead the boy is hit in his back and is instantly dead. The police officer is indicted for homicide, but all this is just the beginning.
The trial is very interesting, Virginia Christine as the mother of the dead boy giving a very sensitive and unforgettable performance, and she will return later in the film. Naturally Chris Warfield as the police officer can't stop worrying and brooding about the case, feeling guilty although he was acquitted, the trauma of his father's death, also a police officer shot by hoodlums, haunting him, until gradually the sky clears by a meticulous reconstruction of the entire incident, the fact that Chris Warfield's character as a very honest officer playing an important part. This is a jewel in the gutter of the asphalt jungle of the big city, tortured constantly to death by innumerable crimes all around the clock. A film like this, although a B-feature, is worth watching carefully indeed.