Dermot Walsh is an insurance investigator in London about to fly out to London. He picks up Rona Anderson's case by accident and discovers it contains eight thousand pounds. He returns it to her and her brother, Ronald Howard, and finds himself in the midst of a plot involving smuggled, anthrax-laden furs and several armed thugs, all of whom want their money.
It's a fine example of what a one-hour second feature is supposed to offer: lots of plot, lots of action, and some good photography. Here, it's shots of London's Docklands -- now gone beneath Canary Wharf -- just the place where night time shooting and cinematic life are cheap. There's no stretching of any points and the characters are no more than sketches, but at this length, it's what one hopes for and, for once, gets.
It's a fine example of what a one-hour second feature is supposed to offer: lots of plot, lots of action, and some good photography. Here, it's shots of London's Docklands -- now gone beneath Canary Wharf -- just the place where night time shooting and cinematic life are cheap. There's no stretching of any points and the characters are no more than sketches, but at this length, it's what one hopes for and, for once, gets.