There was clearly a film waiting to be made about the negative effect of drug dealing on the Black Market in the immediate post-war ere. This movie may have got there first but it squandered the chance to shine and left the way clear for Graham Greene to come up with The Third Man. This one hardly even tries. Take the opening sequence; ex world war II pilot George Raft takes off with a cargo of drugs (presumably penicillin) even as the Asian militia attempt to shoot him down. By the time he gets to his destination a thick fog is blanketing the ground. An accomplice tries to 'talk' him down but his first attempt almost ends in disaster. Cut To: The plane has landed and is being unloaded. How did he do it? Your guess is as good as mine. This is just one example of the sloppy writing and direction. In time he becomes a partner of the boss of the outfit, June Havoc, Dainty Baby June from Gypsy now all grown up. Meanwhile, journalist buddy Tom Tully is 'exposing' the racket. Bareley worth a look.