Anthony Quinn is a mob boss, his sister Anne Bancroft is pregnant by her cheap thug boyfriend Farley Granger who is on death row for killing a liquor store owner, she lives a home with their sweet mom. When Quinn finds out Granger is Bancroft's father he arranges to get Granger sprung and free by strong-arming and intimidation. So Granger and Bancroft get married but the baby dies at birth and Granger snaps and starts fooling around and resents Quinn. Quinn decides Granger is no longer necessary so he has him set-up and framed for the murder of Lee Van Cleef. Granger is now on death row again so he confesses to the first murder of the liquor store guy so the D.A. will prosecute Quinn for getting him off in the first place. Pretty soon things get tense and the cops come for Quinn. He runs to the roof of his old building and tries to jump the 8 feet between buildings, he makes the jump but teeters and grabs a TV antenna to right himself. The whole time, Peter Graves is the crusading newspaper reporter weaving in and out of the story and narrating the flick. This is a so-so crime drama with everything including the chubby short foreign accent mother cooking Sunday dinner, Quinn's goons working people over, floozy girl friends, street wise upbringing stories and pigeons on the roof. Not really formula but not spectacular. Entertaining enough for an hour and a half.
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