In this taut thriller, Dick Powell stars as an ex-bookie who is bent on finding out who framed him, after doing five years' time on a bum rap. Filmed against a backdrop of Los Angeles' less elegant quarters-primarily in a trailer park, where Powell holes up next door to Rhonda Fleming-Cry Danger is action-suspense at its best, directed by former film editor Robert Parish with an economy that allows for mood, but never at the expense of pace. It is peopled with film noir's finest, most of them wearing two faces: Fleming's femme fatale, William Conrad's racketeer, Richard Erdman's alcoholic Marine, Regis Toomey's disillusioned cop, and of course Powell's perennial fall-guy hero destined to walk off into the night avenged but alone.